That night, Natasha’s Brother Stefan played around with that telephone number in his hands, and wanted to tell someone about it several times, but stopped each time just when words were about to leave his mouth. He didn’t believe this number could save his father at all, but he still held a slither of hope, he didn’t know if it was because he didn’t believe it or if it was because that person asked him not to tell anyone, in the end he didn’t say a word.
“Brother, can Yu Long really take out eighty thousand Dollars?” Natasha carried over a stool, and sat beside Stefan then started picking vegetables.
Eighty thousand Dollars was an astronomical value for a normal family, even families with a monthly income of over a thousand was rare.
“En, he gave me his deposit book to see, he said the
