"Give her the money!" Bo Yan was brief and to the point.
"Cough cough cough..." Just as Xie Cheng sank back into the sofa and took a sip of water, he heard this, sprayed it all out, and bellowed, hoarse and exhausted, "Say that again!"
"If there's a problem with your ears, I can have the company give you tomorrow off, the kind of long holiday where you don't need to come back!"
Xie Cheng was tempted to smash his phone: "..." Life really wasn't going to be easy from now on.
Xie Cheng took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rising to his throat, and said with a face of shock, "Bo Yan, Great Movie Star Bo, God of Words, you haven't cared about your 'Plague God' for many years, so what's it to you now? Giving her money for no reason, I don't care, after all, you're only left with money since you're so poor, but... since when did you start taking her matters so seriously? Huh? Please tell me, so I can give up hope!"
"What's it to you?"
Xie Cheng: "..." Fine, he'd endure it.