"No, but I wish I did so," Su Yu said with a straight face.
"Fu*k… Then why do you give out money as if it's nothing? You just gave me, a stranger who met you only a few days ago, 100,000 yuan…"
"You're not a stranger; you're my friend," Su Yu answered solemnly.
Hearing his words, Zeng Rou was a bit touched.
It seemed Su Yu was regarding her as his friend, not a woman irrelevant to him.
"Su Yu, it's too much. I can't take it. How about giving me a red packet of 9,999 yuan? Just for luck." (Note: In Chinese, number nine means forever.)
"You don't want 100,000 but 9,999? Zeng Rou, are you stupid?" Su Yu scolded.
"Hahaha! Yeah, I suspect water entered my brain when I washed my hair this morning. Come on…"
Then she pressed the button to refuse the transfer, returning the 100,000 yuan to Su Yu.
Resigned, Su Yu had to transfer 9,999 yuan to her.
"I want red packets, not transfer."
