"Let's go, Brother Jian is taking you out for a grand meal, to comfort your injured little heart and your shattered glass heart."
"Did you get paid?" Qin Xiangnuan's eyes lit up. Despite being quite well-off, she was still concerned about Jian Zhiqing's salary.
"What do you think?" Jian Zhiqing took out his wallet, "Do you want to count it? It's freshly withdrawn, I haven't even warmed up to it yet."
