Standing at the gate welcoming guests, Xia Liang and his cousins were most attentive to Xiao Lin's cash gift. When the recipient first mentioned nine thousand, Xia Liang felt a bit favorable towards Xiao Lin; the young man was decent and knew his manners, no wonder Xia Xue invited him.
However, things completely took them by surprise when the amount reached nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine, and the subsequent unit petrified them in an instant.
The entire hall fell silent, everyone near the entrance was agape, no one could close their mouths, seemingly stunned by this number.
In a flash, the atmosphere seemed to boil, everyone's ears ringing with the amount stated by the gift-receiver, repeating endlessly, leaving them dazed for over five seconds, seemingly frozen in place; even those who were getting out of their cars paused midway.
