Upon hearing this, Zhang Fuyong jolted.
"Are you okay?"
Zhao Lizhen smiled. "I'm fine. Just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year and hope you get rich!"
Zhang Fuyong uttered an "oh" and smiled back. "Right, right. I also wish you a Happy New Year and hope you become even more beautiful!"
The smile on Zhao Lizhen's face slowly froze. "That's it?"
Zhang Fuyong was surprised. "Ah? Then I wish for your figure to get even better?"
Zhao Lizhen hit him lightly. "Think a little harder."
Zhang Fuyong ventured, "I wish for you to stay eighteen forever?"
"..."
"You're completely missing the point," Zhao Lizhen said with a dry laugh.
Zhang Fuyong finally realized her words had a hidden meaning. "What are you trying to say? Spit it out!"
Zhao Lizhen ignored him, focusing on her phone.
Being a smart man, Zhang Fuyong sensed the issue was on her phone. Seeing her screen was on her social feed, he quickly checked his own.
Ah, I get it now!
He then sent her a transfer for 1,314,520.
