Cheng Lang sat on the couch and watched as Xing Shu busied herself. He had no intention of helping. Xing Shu washed the fruits, as annoyance came over her. No matter what, she was a patient now.
After washing the fruits, Xing Shu threw the walking stick aside gloomily and panted softly. "I don't have anything else to offer you. Don't mind, Young Uncle."
Cheng Lang retracted his gaze and saw that Xing Shu was so tired that the tip of her nose was sweating. Her cheeks were also red. "The management system has added the two protocols you suggested. You can apply for double the year-end bonus from the Finance Department."
The sudden change in topic gave Xing Shu a whiplash. When she came to, she was so angry that she almost vomited blood. "What?" Here she was, brimming with annoyance and Cheng Lang's mind was actually on the company? How typical of the Buddha on Earth to not waste any energy on women.
