Seeing the 40,000 yuan on her phone, Miao Lijuan was stunned for a long time.
Other than the money he had to report to the hospital, the remaining 6,000 yuan was equivalent to her monthly salary.
"Director Lin, you can't do this. I can't take this money."
"It's fine. This isn't public money. It's my own money. Just take it. Don't feel burdened."
"My own money…"
Du Yuming and Miao Lijuan were both surprised.
He was just the director of the Office of Poverty Alleviation. How could he have so much money?
If he was corrupt, he wouldn't be so generous.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you spending so much money?"
Du Yuming felt a little embarrassed and said with a cold face.
"You can think whatever you want," Lin Yi said impatiently.
"Anyways, just talk less. Let me have some peace and quiet."
