"Ding!" Lin Xuanxuan's text message notification sounded.
She pulled out her phone and immediately stared at it, stunned. Stammering, she said, "My hand...my hand."
"What's wrong with your hand?" Su Weifeng asked, looking puzzled at her hand.
"So many zeros... I really bit my hand." Lin Xuanxuan handed the phone to Su Weifeng.
The text message notification on Lin Xuanxuan's phone was about a deposit of five million into her company's bank account.
"This guy really moves fast." Su Weifeng also smiled. Zhao Shenggang, this guy, was indeed reliable.
"What should I do now?" Lin Xuanxuan looked at Su Weifeng with a pitiful expression.
Su Weifeng laughed and said, "What's there to do? You were just waiting for the money to get to work, right? Then keep working."
