Tang Ying felt a stirring of interest upon hearing this.
She looked up, her eyes filled with a deep serenity as she gazed at Chen Jian, "We can't give her nothing, she needs to have some money on her."
Chen Jian smiled, "Give her twenty yuan a month, and I'll give the rest to you."
"If that's the case, just give me an extra two thousand yuan. The surgery will cost eight hundred, and the later treatment will need a lot more money."
"Two thousand is too much, darling."
Tang Ying took the alcohol, downing it in two gulps before returning the glass to Chen Jian, looking at him, "How much can you give me?"
Chen Jian put the glass down on the table, gazing at Tang Ying's flushed cheeks from the alcohol, desire stirring within him, "It depends on your performance."
He pressed down towards her, and Tang Ying fell to the ground, "Ah... "
"Afterward, I'll give you at least a thousand yuan," Chen Jian whispered while kissing Tang Ying.
