Breakfast Stall Closed

Jian Ai's mouth twitched subconsciously.

What was with this begging tone? And he even told her to spend money fiercely?

How big of a grudge did she have to spend someone else's money viciously?!

Jian Ai ignored Bai Zhou and went straight to her room. She opened the closet door and took out a red bankbook from under the top pile of clothes.

When she returned to the living room, she threw the bankbook in front of Bai Zhou and leaned back on the sofa with her arms crossed. She said calmly, "I have all my assets here. It should be enough to register a corporation. It doesn't have to be a big one. You'll be the legal person."

Bai Zhou picked up the bankbook and looked at it. He thought he saw things. He counted the numbers on the bankbook again before blinking at Jian Ai. "Just two million yuan?"