"What do you mean, Mr. Ye?"
Mo Chaosheng drank a mouthful of tea without making a sound.
"Mr. Mo's name is Chaosheng. You are most afraid of high tide when you are on a boat. If you are not careful, the boat may be destroyed and people may die," Ye Feng teased in a joking tone.
"Hahaha, Mr. Ye, you're so funny."
Mo Chaosheng raised his head and laughed.
Lu Xiaoya looked at the two of them talking and laughing, and she was confused.
If she didn't know that there was a grudge between the two of them, she would have really thought that they had been good friends for many years.
Not only was there no smell of gunpowder, but they were also happy?
A man's world was so hard to understand!
"Although Mr. Mo is rich, I really can't accept this money. Although I like gold and silver, I only take what belongs to me. I won't think about other people's wealth, no matter how much it is," Ye Feng said as he pushed the bank card back.
