Aunt Ping listened to Qiao Xiaren, nodding her head repeatedly with a laugh.
After hanging up the phone, Aunt Ping called over two security guards at the gate and conveyed Xiaren's intentions to Uncle Li with a smile, "Our Miss Xiaren's meaning is very clear, fifty thousand for lingering an hour, I think you might have to linger here at the villa for a few days or even a few months. Would you like to recharge a few million first? So you can wait here at ease?"
It was clearly a ludicrous matter, yet Aunt Ping spoke with utmost seriousness.
Uncle Li looked at her, his face turning beet red, with no other alternative; he could only leave first.
