Wenfeng swallowed, uncertainly hazarding a guess, "A million?"
'It makes sense,' he thought. 'The watches he gave us were three hundred thousand each, so of course he'd buy an even better one for himself.'
Wen Meng calmly replied, "That's right! One million, seven hundred and fifty thousand, to be exact."
Wenfeng and Tang Chunmei were a bit numb. They always knew that compared to the truly wealthy, they were merely well-off.
But this was the first time they had felt the gap between them and the rich so viscerally.
"Meng Meng, I know Xiaowu won't ask for them back, but we're the elders here! We have to observe the proper etiquette."
After speaking, Tang Chunmei walked to the guest room door, knocked, and asked Wu Yun to come out for a moment.
