Si Wen sat leisurely curled up on the soft sofa, her right leg resting lightly on her left knee, her posture exuding an unspoken ease and confidence. Her bright eyes, which seemed capable of perceiving the depths of a person's heart, now turned slowly toward Su Jianqiang with a hint of amusement and curiosity.
"Oh? And how much do you plan on paying us?"
Upon hearing this, a smug smile curled at the corners of Su Jianqiang's mouth. He knew they would take the bait.
He extended four fingers and waved them gently in the air as if displaying a priceless treasure. "Each month… how about I give you 4,000 yuan? You won't have to do much. Just be on call for me."
