"Hey, hey, this money is just on paper, I haven't gotten it yet," Song Xiaodong gave Miao Qingqing a big eye roll.
Miao Qingqing chuckled and said, "Who would dare default on your money? It will come to you sooner or later, and besides, I'm not in a rush for it right now, the new company will still take some time to set up." Seeing Song Xiaodong's frustrated expression, Miao Qingqing still felt quite a sense of achievement.
Song Xiaodong lifted Miao Qingqing's shirt directly with an exasperated tone, "I give up, hurry up and massage my stomach, or else I don't know what's going to catch your fancy next."
Miao Qingqing just held her chest while Song Xiaodong's hands were on her abdomen. She was nervous for just a few seconds before relaxing and said with a smile, "I'm helping you make money. Otherwise, keeping the money in your own hands, just watch it devalue."
