Bai Yuxue grabbed a tissue box and threw it at her. Then, that "experienced person" let out a burst of playful laughter, and a torrent of outrageous words accompanied by vivid descriptions relentlessly assaulted her ears.
"Get lost!"
Though the younger sister, she often acted more like the elder. Finally, she exploded with anger, put down her chopsticks, turned, and walked away.
Then, ten minutes later, she suddenly emerged from her room, her face cold, to remind Bai Yushuang, who was still sprawled dazedly on the couch.
"When signing the contract, bring it up proactively with Han Lie. If we really borrow his money for cash flow, then lock in the upper limit for profit-sharing after the fund becomes profitable."
"Although we're conducting a fair trade with him, we must be sensible and not be greedy."
Bai Yushuang blinked thoughtfully. "So, what would be a good upper limit to set?"
"How would I know?"
Bai Yuxue turned, closed the door, and her voice came through it.
