"How does it feel to lose money?"
"No feeling." Xu Shuang took a sip of hot tea, "There's too much money, losing a bit is like a donation."
Jiang Nian: "..."
In fact, Xu Shuang did feel a bit of a pinch. That investment company in Beijing, she had thrown her dowry into it.
If it all runs away, she'd be crying for a month.
Next month, she'd use Xu Yuanshan's bride price to throw in again, waiting for the next turnaround.
After all, marrying a virtual character doesn't require a bride price.
"How have you been lately?"
"Same as usual." Jiang Nian leaned back on the sofa, glancing in the direction of the room, guessing that Qingbao wasn't awake yet.
"Alright, then." Xu Shuang chatted a bit and then hung up.
The living room fell silent.
Jiang Nian stood up and stretched lazily. The situation in Zhen Nan was still pretty good; it hadn't affected Qingqing over in Beijing.
They stayed home over the New Year, waiting for school notifications.
