"There's nothing wrong with it."
Wu Gang laughed and said, "Anyway, Ruoyi let me find someone suitable to manage the villagers' wages, so I picked you."
These words from Wu Gang were sincere. After all, they were family, and no one could be certain there wouldn't be any extra money involved.
"Alright then."
Wang Yanli cautiously put the bank card into her pocket, always touching it, as if she might lose it, which made Wu Gang find it somewhat amusing.
In fact, Wu Gang had several million on him too, but he never felt this anxious, not even when he first received so much money from Wei Guang.
She was scared of being poor, truly scared of being poor.
The meal was served. Although it looked ordinary, for Wu Gang, who hadn't eaten anything all morning, it was a delicacy.
Wang Yanli smiled, but her smile carried a hint of sorrow.
It was just like how she served the food, placing it into her own bowl.
