C334 Fragments of Memory

Chi Zhou crumpled the bill into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.

Little Ruixin, who was sitting on a chair, saw this and asked, "Second Brother, what did it say?"

The paper was of poor quality, and the ink had seeped through to the back.

"Mo Zijie is asking me for two million dollars."

"Two million?"

The child didn't have much concept of such a large number