C225 As Majestic as a God

"How much? You didn't miscount the decimal point, did you?!"

Liu Su's voice echoed, her face flushing red after a moment of stunned silence. She glared at Zheng Shimao, her roar betraying her disbelief. The amount in her husband's account was nothing compared to this—mere pocket change.

The sensation was scorching; Liu Su felt as if she'd been publicly slapped across the face multiple times