Qiao En was the epitome of having his plans backfire on him.
When the assistant saw Qiao En tear the cheque apart, he inhaled deeply. He did not even get the chance to make Qiao En stop. "Prof Qiao…"
Qiao En looked at the shreds of paper in his hand. After snapping out of his fury, he froze. He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "Use money from my account."
The assistant touched his nose and muttered softly. "You don't have that much money in your account."
It was a hundred million.
However, he ripped it to shreds without a second thought.
He was simply rash.
Qiao En did not know what to say.
**
As Huo Yao and the others walked back to the hotel, someone from the Math department suggested hanging out together for dinner. After dinner, they could go to a well-known music bar nearby.
Huo Yao was sending text messages on her phone. Since she did not answer, Li Chenhui asked her if she was in.
