Li Zhiyan received ten thousand yuan.
He waved his hand, signaling for him to scram quickly.
To be able to do this was enough; after all, he was only an old family friend of Liu Jingfeng, and this Zhang Si was, in the end, his man.
So, Li Zhiyan wasn't too harsh.
"Thank you."
"Then I'll be leaving first, sorry about this, Miss Fang."
Zhang Si felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. Before leaving, he stealthily took one last look at Fang Zhiya. What a pity, this woman was too fiery, still unwilling to bow her head even when pushed to a wall.
From now on, there was no longer any connection between him and this stunning, mature beauty.
…
Holding the hefty ten thousand yuan, Li Zhiyan felt what was meant by "a beauty brings trouble".
The women of the older generation were indeed very traditional.
Such as Gu Wanzhou, Rao Shiyun, and Fang Zhiya before him.
But there were also many things that seemed far more morally bankrupt compared to 24 years ago.
