Xue'er was planning a high-level company event in the study.
Suddenly, she received a message from Lin Zhenghui.
Seeing his request and the 200 yuan red envelope, a smile spread across her face.
"You, Crown Prince, what's there to worry about? If anyone should worry, it should be me," Xue'er, who hadn't gone to bed yet, was working for him.
After accepting his red envelope, she replied, "No problem, you arrange the time, and I'll come over then. If there's no professional female photographer, I can arrange one for you, and I've got editing and dubbing covered as well."
"Really, that's great, but, does this cost money? How much per second?" Lin Zhenghui was thinking about how editing fees are often calculated by the second.
"It's in-company, so it's free," Xue'er replied to him.
"That's fantastic, thank you so much. I don't know how I can repay you."
"Marry me then," she teased.
"No problem, if you like, the person is all yours."
"Remember, you said it."
