"First, settle the medical bills. Then we can talk about, ahem, warming the bed."
A wicked smile spread across Zhang Bin's face. As long as he got the money, everything else was negotiable—even spending a night with her was not out of the question.
Zhu Danyan was decisive this time. She immediately asked for Zhang Bin's account details and transferred one hundred million to him.
Zhang Bin quickly received a text message from the bank, a beaming smile lighting up his face. He had worked himself to the bone today, even getting a nosebleed for his troubles, but he had finally earned the advertising fee for the Network Language School.
I shouldn't get tangled up in this. Hopefully, I can make some serious money in the future so I won't have to keep sinking my own funds into advertising.
"Immortal Master, let's go. Take me to the Immortal Realm," Zhu Danyan said as she hugged Zhang Bin's arm, her eyes full of anticipation.
