The moment he hung up the phone, a full twenty million was deposited into Su Chen's account. After a moment's thought, he picked up his phone and made a few taps.
A moment later, a cry of surprise echoed from the kitchen. Chen Shufen rushed out, still clutching the kitchen knife in her hand.
Seeing Su Chen sitting in the courtyard, she hurried over to him.
Seeing the look on his mom's face and the gleaming kitchen knife in her hand, Su Chen instinctively scooted back a couple of times, afraid she might accidentally let it slip and cut him.
"Son, why did you transfer twenty million to me??" Chen Shufen exclaimed excitedly. After all, nobody ever complains about having too much money.
"Ahem... Mom, can you please put the knife down first?" Su Chen said, pointing at the blade in Chen Shufen's hand.
At his words, Chen Shufen finally realized what she was doing. She had been so excited that she'd run out still holding the kitchen knife.
