Yan Shuiyue finally transferred the money.
Because Qian Dafang seemed to need money so desperately, even "he" seemed incredibly aware of how stunningly handsome his appearance was under normal circumstances. His clear eyes, washed by tears, blinked lightly, like a porcelain doll boy who appeared as if he would shatter at a gentle touch.
Especially those slightly reddened eyes, carrying an unmistakable sense of fragility and dependence, looked at her with an expectant gaze, pitifully as though she was his only Savior…
Yan Shuiyue turned away, raising her jade wrist to give her own forehead a sharp knock.
Beauty costs money…
Quietly reproaching her bad habit, Yan Shuiyue turned back, seeing Su Ang also transferred money to Qian Qi.
Her eyes swept over slightly, noticing an amount neither more nor less, precisely three hundred and ten million.
She understood the three hundred million, but why an extra ten million?
