"Yes, what do you need this for?" Lü Wenhan asked.
"To make some money."
"Fine. Write down the account number." Lü Wenhan rattled off the details.
Xu Fang sent the number to Wu Qisheng.
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In his office, Wu Qisheng was seething with rage when he saw Xu Fang had sent a Swiss Bank account number. This guy is too sly! I had planned to use the account information to track him down, but now it seems impossible.
Ten million was no small sum, but the thought of not knowing the truth about his wife was unbearable. Without much more consideration, he transferred the money to Xu Fang.
Then, Wu Qisheng called Xu Fang. When the call connected, he said impatiently, "I've sent the money. Send me the photos, quickly."
"I suddenly don't feel like it," Xu Fang said, his tone infuriatingly nonchalant.
"Fuck! You bastard, are you messing with me? Believe it or not, I'll find you and beat you to death..."
Xu Fang simply hung up.
