He wanted to say, 'Your money is also hard-earned,' but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Jiang Zongnan corrected himself. "In short, we can't take advantage of you."
The corners of Qiao Nian's lips curled up. She raised her eyebrows and said casually, "If I say three million, will you transfer it to me?"
Tang Wanru's expression turned cold.
Her eyes were incredibly cynical.
Three million. How could Qiao Nian ask for so much?
Why wasn't she demanding three million?
Jiang Zongnan was stunned but did not think for long. "I'll transfer it to your WeChat. Or you can tell me the details of your bank account and I'll transfer it to you."
Qiao Nian was just saying it casually. She wasn't short of a few million yuan. Seeing Jiang Zongnan take out his phone, she suddenly felt that this was meaningless. "No need."
