Ma Dafu and Ma Xiaoling came with anxious hearts.
The father and daughter had amassed eight thousand points from Ren Gushen.
If this money were really thrown away, it wouldn't be catastrophic.
But after all, it's eight thousand, which is not insignificant for Ma Dafu, who needs an anti-aging potion injection every month.
The father and daughter's motives for entrusting the money to Ren Zhong were different: one for noble reasons, one for personal gain, but now they shared the same unease.
So much so that they didn't wait for someone to greet them; as soon as the door opened, they quickly stepped inside.
Ren Zhong had just turned off the holographic projection, getting up from the sofa to greet them when Ma Dafu's large figure flew into the living room, saying straight away, "Mr. Ren, have you seen the recent financial news? Stock crash, sigh, the stock crash is here! The money I gave you... what happened to it? Is there any hope left?"
Ma Xiaoling arrived just as quickly.
