"What? Two hundred million?" Feng Shaiwen was stunned. He had never expected Chen Mo to demand such an outrageous sum—two hundred million from him!
"I don't have two hundred million! All the money I have combined is less than fifty million! And I've been saving that for many years!" Feng Shaiwen had wanted to shout, but when he thought of Chen Mo's methods, he could only answer obediently.
"We're all Martial Artists, and you're even an aristocratic family disciple, yet you don't even have fifty million! Do you have any self-respect at all?" Chen Mo said.
Hearing Chen Mo say that, Feng Shaiwen did not even know how to respond. Did being an aristocratic family disciple mean he had to be rich? Did Martial Artists all have a lot of money? What kind of logic was that?
"With that little money, you still want to pursue Yuan Ruoshan? Do you know how rich Yuan Ruoshan is?" Chen Mo recalled seeing Yuan Ruoshan carrying a suitcase full of cash to buy Heavenly Heart Grass and could not help sighing.
Feng Shaiwen was somewhat dumbfounded. What did whether he had money have to do with pursuing Yuan Ruoshan? But Chen Mo was the oldest brother now, so he could only remain silent and resist through silence.
"You must give me the money today. Otherwise, I'll let you enjoy Traditional Chinese Medicine treatment for another five minutes and let you experience it properly! Borrow the money immediately and transfer it to my card!" Chen Mo said viciously.
Feng Shaiwen shuddered when he heard that. If he had to experience another five minutes of Traditional Chinese Medicine treatment, he would definitely suffer a mental breakdown!
"Fine! I'll scrape it together, I'll scrape it together!" As he spoke, he took out his phone and began