Jiangli sat next to Fu Shiyan, still holding a chicken leg in his hand, gnawing on it.
Xia Xin didn't know how Jiangli had started eating again so soon after they had just finished a meal.
Hearing Xia Xin's voice, Jiangli glanced at him nonchalantly, "So I transferred the money, what's the big deal?"
Xia Xin leaned on the back of the chair, handing his phone to Jiangli, "The transfer isn't the issue, but, but Mr. Wei transferred two million over in one go!"
Two million!
When he saw it, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Even if Jiangli made eight hundred thousand from an occasional external job, along with some odds and ends, it only came to a little over a million.
But then...
Mr. Wei transferred two million out of the blue!
Faced with this windfall, Xia Xin felt somewhat panicky.
Jiangli arched an eyebrow, "Did he transfer it by mistake?"
Xia Xin replied with uncertainty and confusion, "I don't know either, my ancestor, should I ask?"
