"The Li Group pays three thousand yuan for living expenses, so you don't want to be afraid of people making jokes!" Zhang Yunzhen vomited blood out of anger.

"What can't you get it?" Bai Jingxuan shrugged indifferently. "You have hands and feet, so if you want money, won't you make it yourself?"

As usual, Zhang Yunzhen had already accused her of being a rice bug. Thinking of her position as the director of the Li Group, she tried to say something nice, "Xuan Xuan Na, your salary is not low. Plus year-end bonus, performance There are millions of awards a year. Why bother with mom?"

"Just don't care, you only have it. Otherwise, you won't have a penny."

"Ding..." Another text message from Zhang Yunzhen came in.

It clearly reads: Electricity withholding.

The money that hasn't been screaming flies again.