Qiao Mou found it amusing yet exasperating, but there was no choice; after all, this was his superior, and it was always best to go along with them.
Besides, just a few tens of thousands in postage fees were nothing to him.
"Didn't you like to eat at that Granny's skewer place on Huarun Street?"
Qiao Mou leaned on the car window with one hand, and through his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes appeared calm and undisturbed.
Hearing his words, Jiang Tong glanced at him curiously, "You actually remember I like eating that?"
Back then, to take on Du Ruoqiao's challenge, she handed over her bank card and only took one yuan.
Although she eventually succeeded, the process was really tough.
If it weren't for Granny Yun's help, allowing her to work in her shop, she would not have made it through.
Even though she was a quick learner from a young age, stocks were new to her, and it took a week just to understand them.
