Yang Fei couldn't be bothered to look at him and said flatly, "Why?"
The man's face showed a trace of a sinister smile.
"Because I am the sole heir of Xi Huang Group, and because this card has 100,000 yuan inside."
As he spoke, he took a card out of his pocket and tossed it onto the table in front of Yang Fei.
"If you agree to my request, I'll tell you the password immediately."
This time, Yang Fei simply uttered one word.
"Scram."
The fat man was taken aback. Refusing 100,000 yuan? That's not something an ordinary person would do. This was quite different from what he imagined.
At this moment, two train police had already walked up to the fat man, signaling him to return to his seat.
The fat man had no choice but to glare hatefully at He Xiaolan and engraved Yang Fei's appearance in his memory.
He planned to cause trouble for this pretty boy once he got back.
He picked up the bank card from the table, turned around, and walked back to his seat.
