Incensed, Su Xiaohui was about to get out of the car when a thought struck her. She turned her head.
“How much was that stun gun? I’ll transfer you the money!”
The mention of money only fueled Wen Zhao's irritation. He let out a sarcastic laugh. “Two hundred grand.”
“What?”
Su Xiaohui wanted to ask if he was trying to rip her off, but one look at his mocking expression gave her the sinking feeling


