This remark made Zhong Xiqian's heart flutter for a moment.
She looked at Chen Fang's laughingly joyful face, but the smile on her own face suddenly disappeared.
She went back to the car.
Brought back two bundles of money.
She slapped them against Chen Fang's chest and said, "Here, I'm not treating you badly, I'm giving you twenty thousand instead of twelve thousand."
Chen Fang received the money, his heart blossoming with joy, and hurriedly stuffed it into his jacket pocket, saying, "This is a good deal, call me again next time; there is food, drink, and something to take."
"I'm leaving."
Zhong Xiqian kept a straight face and got into the car.
Watching Zhong Xiqian's car pull away.
Chen Fang sighed deeply and muttered, "You, missy born with a silver spoon, I dare not fancy you, if your old man finds out, he'll definitely claim my life."
Unfortunately, this speech was meant for himself, not for Zhong Xiqian.
He didn't know that someone upstairs had seen everything.
