Zhang Yu stared at the computer screen for a long time, still unable to snap out of it.
She knew Ye Zhuo had amazing initiative, but this was too much. She just mentioned wanting to buy some self-defense tools, and he already said he'd find her a Martial Arts Master.
That's fine; the person he recommends will definitely be more reliable than someone she could find herself. The only concern now is how much the other party charges.
Zhang Yu: Um, can you make sure it's not someone too expensive?
For Ye Zhuo, money isn't an issue at all, as long as it works well. Zhang Yu, on the other hand, is just a poor little worker, and financial matters must be taken seriously.
Ye Zhuo had just reviewed a few documents and looked up to see the message from Zhang Yu. He was truly amazed. Although he didn't know how much Zhang Yu had invested in the futures market, her cheerful expression was enough to show that she had gained a lot.
Ye Zhuo: Are you short of this little money?
