Chen Ziyang had said before that when it came to playing with Qiao Fei, he called the shots.
Now, Qiao Fei thought she had taken control of Chen Ziyang's lifeline, finally able to switch from being passive to active.
Chen Ziyang looked at the confident Qiao Fei and suddenly laughed.
"I think I've realized something."
Qiao Fei smiled playfully, watching him without speaking.
Chen Ziyang said softly, "Fan Dachun suddenly proposing a new manager for Finance Street must be because of you, right?"
A gleam flashed through Qiao Fei's beautiful eyes.
"Did you give him money, or did you give him your body?"
Chen Ziyang asked curiously.
Qiao Fei didn't seem intent on denying it, and said boldly, "That fat old man Fan Dachun, I really don't fancy him at all."
"So, you gave money?"
"Only 500,000."
Qiao Fei said loftily.
500,000!
This woman is too rich!
Chen Ziyang couldn't help but feel astonished.
Not that Chen Ziyang couldn't come up with the 500,000.
