Air-Drop Containers

"Five, three, one, time's up!" Feng Yuanzhou finished counting down and looked up at Feng Qing. "Haha, it's already been half an hour. Didn't you say that five billion would be sent in half an hour? Why didn't I see a single cent?"

Fu Anlan curled her lips. "What five billion? What are you talking about? Who would believe you? You should be more professional when it comes to lying. Would someone with five billion really like someone like you?"

"Qingqing, listen to me. Hurry up and divorce that wild man outside. Follow the Duke back to Country F obediently and enjoy the noble life of the wife of the richest man in Country F." Feng Yuanzhou persuaded earnestly.

Seeing the couple singing the same tune again, Feng Qing curled her lips and looked at her phone. "Mr. Feng, Madam Fu, the two of you should take a closer look. It's not even half an hour."