Song Xiaodong really wanted to refuse. An entire company, a dozen or so billion—if he truly wanted to earn money, he could easily do so, given there are so many billionaires in the world; and the richer they are, the more they value their health, so it was just too easy to get some money from them. Hence, he never really had much of a concept of money.
"Do you want money?" Song Xiaodong asked.
Miao Qingqing grabbed Song Xiaodong's hand and said, "No, I'm asking for your help at the company. I honestly feel so alone right now. Not only have most of the shareholders been pulled away by him, but even many of the senior executives in the company are going against me in secret. I'm truly exhausted."
Song Xiaodong chuckled and said, "And what's in it for me?"
Miao Xuanxuan rolled her eyes at Song Xiaodong and said, "What more do you want? You've got me already, isn't that your responsibility? At the very worst, let Qingqing warm your bed today and sleep with you."
