"Li's group gives living expenses, 3000 yuan. Are you not afraid of being laughed at?" Zhang Yunzhen was so angry that she vomited blood.

"Is there anything you can't do?" Bai Jingxuan shrugged casually. "You have hands and feet. You won't make money yourself?"

In the past, Zhang Yunzhen had already scolded her as a rice worm. Thinking of her position as director of Li's group, she tried to say good words, "Xuanxuan, your salary is not low. Plus the year-end bonus and performance bonus, there are millions a year. Why haggle with mom? "

"Just don't care, you can take it. Otherwise, you have no money. "

"Ding..." a message from Zhang Yunzhen's mobile phone came in again.

It clearly says: electricity withholding.

The money that hasn't covered the heat is flying again.