Pei Wen's eyes were almost splitting with rage as he glared at An Yiqing, panting heavily and unable to speak for a long time, resembling a mad bull.
"Xiao Feng, call Xiao Yoo and tell her to donate the money! Let's go!"
An Yiqing, out of patience, instructed and turned to leave.
Zhang Yufeng cooperatively pulled out his phone and pretend to make the call.
Upon seeing this, Pei Wen dared not be arrogant anymore, terrified that An Yiqing would really donate all his money.
"Wait! Wait! Don't donate! Don't donate!" He scrambled to the cell door, clung to the iron bars, and yelled at the top of his lungs, fearful An Yiqing would leave.
"What now? Had a change of heart? Ready to talk?" An Yiqing paused mid-step, turned around, and said with a smile.
