"If you don't say what you're going to do, I absolutely won't give you this two million. At most, I'll only give you two hundred thousand, and if you try to treat me like that again, I won't even give you that." Lin Mengyao said expressionlessly, holding the bank card between her index and middle fingers.
"I didn't raise you all these years to threaten me. Hurry up and give me the two million, I know you have the money." Li Lihua frowned as she spoke, not believing Lin Mengyao's words about not giving her the money. Lin Mengyao had never refused her before, not in over twenty years, so she didn't take Mengyao's threats seriously. Instead, she cursed herself inwardly for only now remembering that she had such a golden ticket.
