Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

When Han Guomin heard Jung Cheong-yoo's words, his eyes became more serious.

Throughout, although she spent money, she always treated herself with gratitude.

How did it become like this in just a few days?

Did she discover something because I asked Jasmine to steal her dish?

A flicker of panic crossed the minds of the South Korean people.

She hasn't completely fooled me with her recipes yet, so I can't give up now.

"Zheng Qingyou, what are you saying? Do you have a heart? After your family members all died, where did you live? Whose food did you eat?"

Han Moli's chest ached with anger; Zheng Qingyou's gaze was utterly disgusting.

"Hehe... I lived on campus throughout college, and even when I occasionally stayed at your house, Han Moli, don't forget that I paid for your tuition and meals during your college years. So what? Who's paying whose money? You're really taking advantage of me and still acting innocent!"

The original owner was the kind of person who didn't like to talk about something as vulgar as money.

Although she despised these things, she was still very clear about them; she knew everything about them.

"you……"

When Han Moli heard what she said, her eyes widened, and she looked at Zheng Qingyou, not knowing what to say.

"Qingyou... I don't know why you..."

The Korean people tried to comfort Jung Cheong-yoo, but Jung Cheong-yoo rejected their offer.

"I have decided!"

Zheng Qingyou didn't want to waste time with them. She had already made up her mind, and this was the one.

Looking at Zheng Qingyou's arrogant expression, Han Moli even wanted to slap her across the face.

"you……"

"Qingyou...didn't you want to transfer ownership of this shop? How about transferring it to me!?"

Seeing that her mind was already very firm, it was pointless to say anything more now.

"Sure, two hundred thousand, and this shop is yours!"

"Ah... Zheng Qingyou, you said two hundred thousand? Why don't you just rob someone?!"

Han Moli gasped.

Han Guomin lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

Zheng Qingyou remained silent.

Her shop, though not very big, must be worth at least a few hundred thousand yuan.

This Korean man is ostensibly helping the original owner manage the store, but who knows how much kickback he's taking?

Another important point is that the Korean people originally wanted to use Han Moli's ranking in that competition to make the restaurant a huge success.

Therefore, she is certain that the Korean people will agree to the request she has made.

After all, he is ambitious and very eager to make money.

However, they thought they only had one dish, and they couldn't even capture the essence of it.

"Okay, I promise you!"

Han Guomin's face darkened, but he still nodded in agreement.

"Dad, that's two hundred thousand! Why did you agree to it?!"

Han Moli immediately screamed in surprise.

Why just throw out 200,000 yuan and let Zheng Qingyou benefit from it?! She doesn't deserve it!!

"Alright, Jasmine, shut up!"

The South Korean people are also very distressed about having to withdraw so much money.

But at this point, he couldn't let go.