Zhou Ze closed his eyes. He could not fall asleep, but he liked the feeling of lying down on the sofa against the glass window and enjoying the sunlight on his body.
In his previous life, he had always been at work, operating beside the operating table. It was hard for him to stop, but in this life, he could make up for it.
After listening to Zhou Ze's explanation, Bai Yingying seemed to understand, but at the same time, she also seemed to not understand. But at least one thing was certain, Zhou Ze had already predicted this.
Because of this, the boss would not worry about the remaining eight million. No, actually, it was because the boss knew that that woman would not have a good ending, so he was too lazy to ask for it from that woman.
Bai Yingying reached out and rubbed her hair, stomping her feet as she walked to the bar counter.
