Chapter 1275 Five Hundred Thousand
- When Wang Aimin uttered those words, a smile crept up Zhao Jianyou's face.
- “That's the spirit, Wang! You can't forget your friends once you've made it big! Don't worry. We won't borrow from you unless we're pressed for money, right?”
- Actually, Wang Aimin regretted the moment the words escaped from his mouth. No use crying over spilled milk, as they say. He threw a few glances at the others who were present and sighed.