Qiao Dongyang patted her forehead, "Silly girl! Dongyang Technology hasn't collapsed, and it won't collapse. You won't be broke forever either. Don't worry, your one billion is still there, and I'll calculate the profits for you."
"Really?" Chi Yue's eyes lit up.
And dimmed in the next second.
"Forget it, I'd be thankful just to get back the principal."
"...You have so little faith in me?"
"I just don't want you to end up as somebody's live-in son-in-law!"
Qiao Dongyang's forehead veins throbbed, his head aching slightly, he suddenly pulled her over, leaning on him, "Dear Miss Chi, what on earth are you thinking in that head of yours?"
"I'm thinking about what name I should take."
"..."
"How about Moneyed Moonlight, Profitable Moonlight, Interest-Earning Moonlight...?"
She stared at Qiao Dongyang, "What else could there be related to the moon?"
"Matchmaker Moon, Moon Cake, Postpartum Nurse Moon, Dark and Stormy Night..."
