Xiao Yihe hung up the phone, and Zhang Ya couldn't help but cheer when she saw the text message confirming a transfer of two million yuan into her account. She then turned to An Lan and said.
"Lanlan, who would have thought Xiao Yihe is such a fool with too much money. This is both of us making money together. Lanlan, I'll make you a million."
An Lan tried to hold back her laughter and shook her head. If Xiao Yihe knew that all his careful words only earned him the title of a fool with lots of money, she wondered if it would annoy him to death.
"Yaya, this is your own earnings, and it's Xiao Yihe's compensation for your emotional distress. You don't need to give me any."
Finally, under An Lan's insistent refusal, Zhang Ya had to drop the matter.
"But still, Lanlan, will Xiao Yihe really go after S Group's project after hearing what we said?"
Zhang Ya looked at An Lan with doubt.
An Lan revealed a mysterious smile.