Yan Mingyao folded the note into his pocket, stood up and bowed to Ye Nianmo, then stumbled out the door.

Ten million yuan, Ao Xue can think of the man's ecstasy. She looked at the man's mortgaged property and car in her hand and put it in the safe after she was sure that it was right. She just returned to the house that Xue Zhaolin had bought for her and received a brilliant text message.

"I took my mother to the United States for medical treatment, but I don't know when to come back, so you can do it for yourself."

She looked up and looked at the white...