"Please wait....."
The girl at the bank counter took the bank card Qin Yu handed over, swiped it, and the machine beeped, "Please enter the password!"
"970523....."
Qin Yu entered Yan Mingyu's birthday.
"Um..... sir, the balance on your bank card is one thousand yuan...."
The counter girl glanced at the computer screen, then twisted around to look at Qin Yu with a somewhat strange tone.
Yan Mingyu's bank card was of a very high level; unless the bank manager called down to instruct them to check it, they usually weren't qualified to serve such customers.
But who would have thought that it would only have one thousand yuan on it? Could it be that she had gone bankrupt?
"Looks like the money hasn't arrived yet!"
Qin Yu felt somewhat uneasy. Could it be that Pei Luoyan's bank card was frozen by the Seventh Department?
With that thought, he took out his phone, dialed Pei Luoyan's number, and asked softly, "What's going on, the money still hasn't come!"