She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu said with a smile: "Mr. Lin, you set up a trap to harm people, that's against the law. Now you tell me it's a joke?"

As soon as she said it was against the law, the faces of several parents changed.

Before the other parents could speak, she continued, "You didn't expect me to call the police. I also didn't expect anyone to play a 10 million dollar joke on me."

Yeah, who would joke about 10 million?

No matter how thick-skinned the parents were, they ignored them.

What's more, Yan Zhan was standing by and watching her closely. Who would dare to refute her?

"Manshu, those guys were indeed at fault for what happened before. I'm sorry to have frightened you. Look, they didn't mean to cause trouble to you. They just had a brain short circuit. We are here to calm you down. You must not refuse."

Each family apologized for two million, which added up to exactly ten million.

If she and Yan Zhan have nothing to do with each other, the family might just plan to give her, like, 20,000?

He gave her a total of 100,000 yuan, and then used both soft and hard tactics to make her give up the pursuit.

Now, it has not increased tenfold, but a hundredfold.

This money is so easy to make.

Manshu wants to ask, can your children be naughty a few more times?

Originally, each person prepared one million yuan each, because Yan Zhan released the news.

Later, they learned that Manshu was Zhu Kuangsheng's last disciple, and everyone knew that this would not end well.

So, he might as well be generous and the total amount was exactly the amount that the previous few people wanted to cheat Manshu.

This amount of money made Lin Wenya jealous.

When they discussed it before, she felt that it was too much.

But these parents, who are usually very stingy in business, are particularly generous.

Manshu pretended not to notice their painful expressions.

He accepted the apology and said with a smile: "My uncles are so enthusiastic. If I refuse, it will seem that I don't know etiquette."

Father Lin just felt his teeth aching.

He has learned a lot today.

The little girl looked gentle, but she was very ruthless when collecting things.

From beginning to end, Manshu never said anything about forgiveness or not pursuing the matter any further.

Who can say for sure what will happen after this?

The food was ordered, but no one else was in the mood to eat. She was the only one who was eating happily.

If she hadn't objected to the fact that they had already eaten it, she would have packed it up and taken it home.

Watching everyone leave with a grim look on their faces, Manshu felt inexplicably good.

"I'll walk you home."

Seeing that she was happy, Yan Zhan couldn't help but reach out and rub her head.

Manshu looked at him reproachfully: Your hair style has been messed up.

Yan Zhan touched his nose and pretended not to see it.

He has been acting like a tool for others the whole time today, and he doesn't even have time to rub his hair?

"Here are 10 million. Let's split it in half when we meet, 5 million each, okay?" Manshu had no intention of keeping the money all to himself.

She knew very well that if it weren't for Yan Zhan, she would not be able to get the money.

Even if she gets it, those people have plenty of ways to make her spit it out.

"You are very generous."

It was the first time someone gave him money, and Yan Zhan was stunned.

"Of course. Isn't Third Uncle very generous to me?" Manshu raised the corners of his lips.

With five cards in his hand, Manshu thought for a moment and said, "How about this, we each get 4 million, and then give 2 million to Master. At least he has made a name for himself."

"Okay." Yan Zhan didn't say he didn't want her money.

The first time a little girl stuffed a bank card into Yan Zhan's hand, his eyes softened, like a shattered galaxy.

"Come on, go on, let's go back and divide the spoils with Master first, and then you can take me home!"

Manshu was very excited and unconsciously pulled Yan Zhan away.

Just now, the two of them were standing at the gate of the villa area, and people passing by also saw the scene of Manshu stuffing the bank card into Yan Zhan's hand.

"Did you see that? Rich people keep gigolos, and they put two and two of their bank cards in them."