Jamie Qiao wasn't sure whether he was unhappy or not, so he pursed his lips and watched him take out a checkbook from his coat pocket, put it on his donation box, quickly wrote down the numbers, signed his name, tore it up and threw it into the donation box.
The whole set of movements was smooth and there was no hesitation at all.
While he was writing, Jamie Qiao silently counted in his mind, and only realized it after he threw it in, "Brother, did you write the wrong number?"
This amount of money is probably more than enough to pay for Zhang Miao's treatment.
Lucas Lu put away the checkbook, touched his head, and whispered: "Your words 'senior brother' are worth so much. Come on, go back and don't stand the cold here."
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