Yuran, with bright and sparkling eyes, stared at Lu Xiao as if he were the God of Wealth, "Money tree, you work hard to make money."
Everyone: "..."
Qi Younian, supporting his forehead, said, "You really are..."
Yuran, with an awkward smile, said, "Alright, alright, I got carried away with my first earnings. To celebrate our family's Lu Xiao's dazzling achievements, I'll treat everyone today. Let's go and have a feast."
"Oh yeah, Boss Yuran, you're the best."
...
After the dinner and back at home, Yuran was physically and mentally exhausted. She bumped into Bo Yan, who had just come down from upstairs wearing house clothes. He appeared to have just returned shortly before her, having taken a shower, his hair not dried properly, and dripping water, looking unfairly sexy.
Yuran swallowed hard, changing her shoes but not moving her gaze away from his face even slightly. Bo Yan, with a sullen face, strode towards her, not slowing down as he drew closer inch by inch.
