After dinner, Qiao Yin prepared to leave.
Lu Lingche gripped her wrist, stopping her: "Stay here tonight, don't leave."
Qiao Yin gently removed his hand, calm and composed: "I won't stay at your house. My grandmother is waiting for me at home. Besides, I have work to do. I have to go."
Lu Lingche's face turned cold: "Are you going to see Dongfang Mu again? He provides you with a mere million a year, and you are willing to work your life away for him? Haven't I already given you fifty million? You don't need to work so hard for money anymore. If you don't think fifty million is enough, I'll give you more."
But Qiao Yin replied indifferently: "I never interfere in your work or question your overtime. So, I hope, President Lu, you do not point fingers at my job. Regardless of how much I earn, or how hard I work, I am content with my choices."
