"Manager Yan, what kind of sincerity do you want?"
Su Jin suppressed his anger and forced a smile on his face.
Yan Zhong smiled and revealed his teeth that were covered in smoke. He casually shook the ashes in his hand and said,
"We're all adults, so I don't want to talk nonsense. It's not that I'm holding back on this sum of money today, but if it's on the top of my head."
"The higher-ups?"
This answer surprised Su Jin.
"Yes, it's our boss who wants to be friends with Miss Smith. The CEO wants to buy you out for half a year. At that time, a villa in the new Imperial Garden can be transferred to Miss Su's name. The market price of that villa was around three to four million yuan. With Ms. Smith's current salary, she might not be able to afford it even if she worked for twenty years."
The trump card that Yan Zhong revealed made Su Jin's face turn pale in anger.
