After school in the afternoon, Shan Yue received a message that her bank card had been wired with a million yuan.
After putting away the old-fashioned cell phone that could only answer calls and send messages, Shan Yue rolled her eyes unhappily and complained, "The young master of the Zhou Corporation is only worth a million yuan?"
She had thought that there would be at least ten million yuan, or at the very least, five million yuan. She did not expect that she would only be given such a small sum in the end. She had really never seen such a stingy person.
Shan Yue was very depressed. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have spent so much effort to bring Zhou Yang to a safe place! She would have let him fend for himself!
