C1558 Write a Promissory Note

It was nothing, only 500 million.

After Lin Fann's words were separated, the ridicule within was extremely obvious. Especially under Lin Fann's smile, it made Lee Caijun want to vomit blood.

He didn't sound like he was talking about 500 million, but 500 yuan. Then, he would be able to take it out with a swish. If he wasn't afraid of Lin Fann's terror, he really wanted to kill him with one slash