"Five hundred thousand."
Nan Yuesheng's blood pressure skyrocketed, she most wished not to owe him anything.
She also knew clear and well that Mo Lingqi didn't need to swindle her with five hundred thousand.
"Come with me, I'll give you back the five hundred thousand." Nan Yuesheng said, leading her daughter ahead.
Mo Lingqi didn't want her to repay the money, but his steps still followed inside.
The spacious villa was staffed with maids and bodyguards in abundance, and the living room was well-arranged, with an ancient wedding photo of her and her husband hanging on the wall.
Mo Lingqi felt an unexplained bitterness in his heart.
Her daughter and her should have been his.
They should have been his, but now they were adorning someone else.
It was all because he forgot everything, and even married another person.
"Wait for me in the living room, I'll go get the money for you."
