Xiao Pang wasn't a melodramatic person, and with the opportunity to change his fate right in front of his eyes, he only did one thing—he called home.
Soon, a speeding car pulled up beside them on the roadside.
The driver's side door opened, and a middle-aged man with a strong resemblance to Xiao Pang hurried towards them. He looked at Qin Chuan, "You must be Qin Chuan? Xiaoxian often talks about you with his mom and me."
"Hello, Uncle Li," Qin Chuan politely nodded his head.
Li Father, named Li Youde, scanned the surroundings then took out a briefcase.
"I've heard about it from Xiaoxian," Li Youde opened the briefcase to reveal bundles of cash that were particularly striking. "Here is two hundred thousand."
"Um..." Qin Chuan blinked, "Uncle, did you hear wrong? I told Li Xian it was one hundred thousand."
"I know," Li Youde nodded, then firmly said, "You and Xiaoxian are friends, and friends don't just take advantage of each other."