"That bag too, sixteen thousand."
"And there are two dresses, I'm not sure about the exact price, but at least three hundred thousand."
After Jiang Qingkui finished speaking in one breath, the room fell silent again.
Old Jiang opened his mouth several times but ultimately said nothing.
As for Zhao Guihua, after mentally calculating, she realized that her son had spent three to four million on Jiang Qingkui alone, not even counting his salary...
At first, she felt a bit of a heartache, but soon a thought struck her, and she couldn't help blurting out:
"Qingkui, are you and my Zhou Wang seeing each other?"
Zhao Guihua's interpretation was clearly unexpected by the people in the room, and when Zhou Dajun realized it, he also couldn't help but be startled.
You know, when you hear it like this, it sounds so unusual!
This isn't the treatment of a regular employee...
