"What's going on? A ten-million-yuan insurance? Sounds cool." Zhu Lingling interjected; she was curious.
Huo Mian looked at Qin Chu and said, "You talk."
"It's nothing, I just signed you up for some reasonable insurance."
"How much?" Huo Mian probed further.
"Just a couple dozen million."
"Just… a couple dozen million? Wealthy people sure know how to live," Zhu Lingling was flabbergasted.
"Why would you do that? You're already loaded, do you really need an insurance company's payout?" Huo Mian frowned, she didn't know what Qin Chu was thinking.
