Jian Shichu called out for the door to be opened. He carried in the accounting statements and placed the pile on Jian Shichu's desk, "Seventh Brother, I've finished calculating."
Jian Shichu flipped through the pile of statements, "Have you checked them?"
Su Qinglan nodded, "I've checked them."
Jian Shichu brought the statements up to his face and scrutinized each one.
Half an hour later, Jian Shichu said to Ye Qingci, who was sitting on the couch reading a magazine, "Cici, please excuse yourself for a moment."
"...Oh," Ye Qingci set down the magazine, gave Su Qinglan a slight smile, and stood up to go to the rest room.
"..." Su Qinglan felt a chill run down his spine from her smile.
He suddenly had a very ominous premonition.
"Look at this one," Jian Shichu tossed one of the accounting statements in front of Su Qinglan.
Su Qinglan picked it up and looked it over carefully. His complexion changed, "Seventh Brother, I..."
Jian Shichu raised an eyebrow at him, "You what?"
