Ah?
Su Li felt a bit wronged. When did she ever say that?
Su Li obediently said, "I didn't."
The vein on Feng Huaijin's temple throbbed suddenly. Indeed, she didn't say he was poor. She demonstrated it through subtle hints, every gesture and action!
Every move seemed to say, "You're poor, you're very poor."
Damn it... So frustrating!
See, she's even thought about giving money this time!
Feng Huaijin felt like his head was heated by the cold wind in this damp winter!
Su Li patted Feng Huaijin's shoulder again and said earnestly, "You're working hard with overtime to make money, you'll earn a lot. But take care of your health, or you'll go bald."
Su Li began to suspect that when Feng Huaijin died in later years, he might have become bald from all the overtime?
Feng Huaijin clenched the pen on the table, the veins on the back of his hand jumping.
Su Li cautiously said, "Did you agree? I... I've already arranged for the bank to transfer money to your company before I came..."
