For half a million a year, Xiang Yimo could have kept a mistress, yet he spent that money to have his wife accompany him at work in the office.
How envious many women would be.
"You can play on the computer, or you can go downstairs for a beauty treatment, do some yoga, and come back to find me when it's time to eat!" Xiang Yimo said, twirling a pen in his hand.
"But, I always feel that one must give something to gain something...!"
"You gave your sincerity, and you gained my sincerity! Isn't that enough?"
"But I don't have money. I need to work to get that high salary of yours, right!"
"It just so happens that I, who have dedicated my sincerity to you, have more money than I could ever spend. Why worry about money? If half a million isn't enough, I can transfer more to your card right away...!"
"No, no, half a million is too much already, I feel really bad about it!"
Xiang Yimo put down the pen, walked around the desk, and came over to Zhong Lingling.
