Anjiu stared blankly at the beautiful handwriting on the paper, then her face grew darker and darker as she crumpled it into a ball and threw it away.
Monthly allowance of three thousand. Smoking—five hundred, drinking—one thousand, swearing—three hundred per word, private meetings with men—three thousand. —To be continued, all rights reserved.
Song Xingguo gave her tens of thousands of allowance each month, just giving three thousand was one thing, but with that deduction method, how much would she have to compensate? And that so-called final interpretation rights, that's a usual tactic only scammers would use!
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Teacher Meng was Shengjin's retired teacher, fifty-nine years old this year, having retired at fifty-five. Unable to settle into retirement, she still exerted her residual heat.