Jiang Nuan smiled shyly and said, "Thank you! Order whatever you want to eat today."
"Yes, let me bask in this celebratory spirit and hope I can earn a few million too." Last time, she had to rely on Qin Jianxi to earn money.
Now, it seemed that Qin Jianxi and Jiang Nuan were both money-making gods.
That was awesome.
One of them used millions of words to do it while the other could had ways to make millions.
They were all existences that she looked up to.
Cheng Sinan couldn't stop laughing.
Why would she want to bask in the celebratory spirit and hope to earn more money? Was the money at home not enough for her?
As a nouveau riche, Cheng Sinan did not want to work hard anymore. If she did not use the money at home, who would she give it to?
Couldn't she be a couch potato?
