Xiao Yu knew in her heart that Fu Zhengci's position in the Ministry of National Security was not as glamorous as it appeared. She took back the check and had a lingering doubt, "But last time there were those five million pounds..."
"I borrowed it," Fu Zhengci quickly replied.
"Oh, your friend is so generous, must be really close to you," Xiao Yu marveled. "I also have a friend who is particularly good to me, a colleague at my company."
"Really?" Fu Zhengci wanted to hear how she had been these years and what kind of friends she had around her.
Xiao Yu looked down at the amount on the check, "You might have heard of her in the Ministry of National Security. She's one of the royal heirs with an Asian face. After she left the company, she specially requested for my promotion to designer, but unfortunately, she perished in an explosion not too long ago."
