"Introduce what? Chase her on your own merit," Jiang Man said indifferently.
As she was about to leave, she remembered the classical guitar and turned around to pick it up, "I'll take this with me, deduct the cost from what I owe you for the songwriting fees."
"Okay, okay," Wu Yingfan gestured with his hands.
He actually wanted to be Jiang Man's real wallet, but she was so strong-willed that every time he paid, it was just an advance that she would definitely repay later.
As she put it, clear accounts make good friends.
Wu Yingfan couldn't be bothered to argue about it. After all, neither he nor Jiang Man was short of money, and settling the accounts was simply a matter of integrity, not taking advantage of others casually.
It was precisely because of this that he cared for Jiang Man even more wholeheartedly and was willing to be her follower.
When Jiang Man returned to Villa No. 8 with the guitar on her back, Lu Xingzhou happened to be home.
