"So that's all there is, huh? I thought it was a lot more. But being friends with me requires more money than this."
Xu Ke let out a cold snort and, in front of the three people, snapped the bank card in his hand.
"You!"
No matter how well they could disguise themselves, or how deep their cunning was, their age was evident—they had not yet mastered such skills.
The moment Xu Ke snapped the bank card, the red-haired young man's face changed, and although he quickly recovered, Xu Ke had already noticed.
"What's wrong, can't accept it?" Xu Ke slapped the two halves of the card against the red-haired young man's face.
The red-haired young man took a deep breath, suppressing the evil fire in his heart, "No, of course, I accept it. If you think it's too little, I can go ask my dad for more. Just say how much you want." The red-haired young man said lavishly.
"You'll give however much I ask for?" Xu Ke's expression seemed a bit strange, but overall not malicious.
