Looking at Zhang Hai, who was still about to speak, Zhang Fugui, for the first time in his life, thought about handing over the company to Zhang Hai, wondering if the kid could really manage it well.
"Alright, is this the time to discuss this?"
"But Zhang Yu, you too, how could you earn this money?" Zhang Fugui hadn't expected Zhang Yu to even want to earn such money, really having no idea what to say.
Huh? Didn't Wu Yijiang mention this a few days ago? Clearly, the old man didn't say she was wrong at the time, but now he did.
This responsibility? Zhang Yu wouldn't admit it, "There is a real reason for why I took thirty thousand."
"My deskmate is a relative of Zhang Yutong; it wasn't a coincidence that she became my deskmate, it was intentionally arranged by someone."
"A lot of things at school have been continuously passed on to Zhang Yutong."
"If there weren't benefits, would they tell my affairs to Zhang Yutong?"
