"A million? Do you have it?"
Xia An'an suddenly burst into laughter, her fingers painted with red nail polish gently toyed with her hair, her eyes full of contempt and sarcasm.
Shen Cheng remained calm and composed, completely unaffected.
In her view, this woman was simply foolish, and had reached a new level of stupidity.
Wasn't it enough to lose face at Lin Xiaomiao's wedding already?
"Heh, why don't you say something!" Seeing Shen Cheng silent, Xia An'an intensified, "Is it because that incompetent father of yours has drained the family wealth again? Do you have to rely on men's money to make up for it? A million? That's really laughable."
The eyes that were indifferent a moment ago suddenly colored with a cold-blooded ruthlessness.
Slap!
A crisp sound, sudden and fierce.
Xia An'an was slapped across the face.
The bank's staff and customers, upon hearing this sound, almost simultaneously turned to look at Xia An'an.
