Tong Sanlang looked at the little face in front of him, with three bold characters on it: Praise wanted.
His mouth curled into a smile, indulging her request, he praised, "Impressive!"
Indeed, he meant it.
Even his father Tong Xingda said that Qiao Xiaomai was the girl who could make the most money he had ever met.
Qiao Xiaomai broke into a satisfied smile, leaning over to whisper in his ear, "It's better to put all the silver from the Jigu Ju into my space than let your sixth grandfather use it for his causes."
Tong Sanlang looked at her close, fair face, and held his breath, asking, "Why did you reject my proposal just now?"
"I don't want you to work too hard. Besides, you're only in charge of keeping the accounts. How much salary can your grandfather give you? It's unnecessary. Just focus on being in love with me." Qiao Xiaomai finished speaking, sat straight up, and continued to sip her soup.
Tong Sanlang "..."
It felt like being kept.
