Zhou Peng immediately understood what Su Meng meant. Indeed, the first time they met was not very pleasant. It seemed that he had left a bad impression on her, and he needed to work hard to change it.
"Is my life worth that little money? This time, I'm mainly here to give you the remaining 800,000, and also to thank you." Zhou Peng raised his eyebrows.
Su Meng didn't stand on ceremony. She took out her phone and signaled Zhou Peng to pay. When she reached out her hand, red dots appeared on her arm.
"What's going on? Are you sick?" When Zhou Peng saw this, he grabbed Su Meng's hand and rolled up her sleeve.
"It's just an allergy. I won't die. You'd better pay the money first, and then we'll be even." Su Meng retracted her hand, but she didn't expect Zhou Peng to not let go.
"You really divorced Wei Ting?" Zhou Peng stared at Su Meng and suddenly asked this question.
