Coffee shop.
Meng Yi met with the lawyer.
The young Jiang Feishun sported a staid slicked-back hairstyle, his face sharp and astute, looking at her without a hint of a smile.
"Miss Meng, let's get straight to the point, how much are you willing to pay me to defend Luo Ji?"
"Or rather, how much are you willing to pay to save your boyfriend's life?"
Meng Yi crossed her arms and incessantly bit her lower lip, a clear unrest visible in her eyes.
"How much do you want?"
Jiang Feishun looked at her coldly, "It seems Miss Meng isn't all that willing to save him."
Meng Yi tentatively said, "Would one million be enough?"
Jiang Feishun didn't speak, just looked at her.
A sense of panic rose within Meng Yi, she nervously swallowed her saliva and said while biting her lip, "Two million!"
She pleaded, "That's all the money I have left. As long as you can get him out safely, it's all yours."