"Yes," Zhao Yuxin nodded.
"Is your husband a second-generation rich?" the bank manager asked directly.
"No, my husband isn't a second-generation rich, it's just a coincidence that he became friends with Jiang Yuheng," replied Zhao Yuxin.
"It seems your husband is no simple man," the bank manager remarked once again.
He believed that Zhao Yuxin wouldn't lie to him, nor did she have any reason to.
Zhao Yuxin's husband wasn't a second-generation rich, but he managed to befriend Jiang Yuheng.
This meant Zhao Yuxin's husband was definitely not a simple man.
"Manager, you jest, my husband is just an ordinary person," Zhao Yuxin said modestly.
"Haha, Zhao Yuxin, you're too modest. No matter what, you've made a great contribution this time by securing this business deal for the bank. I won't go back on my word, you can choose any position in the bank, and also, when we have time, I'll treat you and your husband to a meal."
