"Logically, with Ming's face, it should be no problem,"
Siyi feigned difficulty, "but after all, she injured my brother, so if she just walks away, I can't explain it. I hope Ming can understand."
"What kind of explanation does your brother want?" Xiao Ming asked.
"One million."
"Give me the account number," Xiao Ming immediately pulled out his phone.
Siyi was stunned.
The one million was a figure he blurted out on the spur of the moment, simply to test Xiao Ming. If Xiao Ming was unwilling to pay, then he would definitely be a fraudster.
But now, Xiao Ming's lack of hesitation threw him off.
Having just been lambasted by Yun Shi Yu over the phone, Siyi wasn't sure whether to trust Miss Yun's judgment or his fair-weather friends' analysis.
He found himself in a dilemma.
"The account!"