Zhang Xiaolan was so scared that she quickly covered her mouth, glaring at her fiercely, "What are you doing? This is the office, with so many people watching, can you give me some face?"
Xu Jiao nodded vigorously, her eyes wide open.
Zhang Xiaolan let go of her hand.
Xu Jiao couldn't wait to shout a few more times, but her voice was very low.
She said in disbelief, "Zhang Xiaolan, you bastard, how can you make so much money? Do you know? You've not only made me blush but also green with envy!"
"Holy crap, it's a seven-figure sum, and it's a mid-range seven-figure sum, too. You're too awesome."
"And this is just the first month, the money I've made is several times what I usually earn."
Zhang Xiaolan pulled out a tissue and wiped the saliva she had smeared on Xu Jiao's mouth, "Please, mind putting a decimal point before the last two digits, so people don't get the wrong idea, OK?"
