"Li Juezhou, having money doesn't mean you should waste it like this!" Sang Ning felt Li Juezhou was nothing short of a complete spendthrift.
"What's the point of having money if you don't waste it? If you're willing, I can waste even more on you." Li Juezhou shamelessly replied.
After so many years of working tirelessly for the corporation, it was about time he let himself indulge a little.
Sang Ning hurriedly shot him a glare to make him stop.
After recovering from her shock, the HR manager couldn't help but gossip: "Sang Ning, when did you get a boyfriend? He's quite rich—is he a second-generation heir?"
"I'm merely a pursuer of Sang Ning for now. As for being a second-generation heir, I just barely fit the bill." Li Juezhou offered to answer on Sang Ning's behalf.
"So, Manager, does this mean you can handle the next steps? I think this is a no-risk, all-profit deal for your company."
Having presented his case this far, there was no reason to refuse.
