Jiang Wan's words were very useful to Zhou Kuangyu.
Men, indeed, really enjoy this kind of flattery from women.
Of course, Zhou Kuangyu had never planned to send Jiang Wan home, after all, he had other work-related matters to attend to later.
For such a trivial matter as sending a woman home, Zhou Kuangyu always disdained doing it.
After all, given his status, there was no need for him to win any woman's affection.
It was always women who approached him to curry favor, and he would never do anything that lowered his status.
The clerk was incredibly fast at issuing the invoice; during their conversation, it only took about one or two minutes to get it ready.
She looked at the two of them and felt they didn't seem very trustworthy, fearing that if she delayed any longer, the duck in hand might fly away, so she hurriedly finished the invoice and handed it to Zhou Kuangyu.
Zhou Kuangyu just received the invoice.
Then he heard the clerk hastily say:
