"Mr. Si, thank you for buying me the clothes. I'll transfer the money to you."

Yan Mo took out his phone, opened WeChat, and prepared to transfer money to him. Seeing the chat history with Si Ze, he continued, "Oh, and the 80,000 yuan you transferred last time, you only spent 10,000 on the return gift. I'll transfer the rest back to you. And the money you didn't receive was automatically returned."

Yan Mo calculated in his mind and was horrified. He had unknowingly accumulated a huge debt.

"Wife, I'm hungry and want to eat porridge." Si Ze hated discussing money with her and immediately changed the subject:

"Wait a minute,"

Seeing Yan Mo ignored him, Si Ze tried his old trick again and was about to sit up. Yan Mo was so scared that he immediately dropped his phone and hurriedly shouted, "I'll do it, you lie down and don't move."

After saying that, he picked up the thermos that was placed on the bedside table, opened it, poured the liquid into a bowl, sat down in front of the bed, and fed Si Ze one spoonful at a time.

For a moment, no one spoke, and both of them had something on their minds.

"Mo Mo, I'm sorry. I apologize for deceiving you." Si Ze stared at Yan Mo intently, his attitude of admitting his mistake was very sincere.

"You know, this is not what I want to hear." Yan Mo stopped feeding him porridge and looked up at him.

Si Ze didn't say anything immediately. After a moment of contemplation, he asked Yan Mo, "Mo Mo, do you still remember the Captain An I mentioned to you?" Yan Mo continued:

"You suddenly came here this time to track down the murderer? So, what do you have on you?