"Mm. Thanks, Brother Feng."
"So, let's leave it at that for now. I'm hanging up."
"Okay, goodbye."
Chen Feng didn't have much to say, nor was it necessary. Her father was about to have major surgery, and she wasn't in the mood for chit-chat.
A few minutes later, Sun Xiaorui sent her bank account information through WeChat.
Chen Feng immediately opened his mobile banking app and smoothly transferred 500,000 yuan.
Not long after, an expression of gratitude flooded Sun Xiaorui's WeChat, accompanied by a very solemn "Thank you".
Chen Feng saw it, smiled faintly, and then put it aside.
For him, 500,000 yuan now was about the same as 50 yuan before the divorce.
Moreover, it was going to his lover; there was nothing to begrudge.
After finishing the takeout that cost over three hundred yuan, the taste was decent, and the beef seemed authentic, but it clearly lacked the feel of Sun Xiaorui's cooking.
