Jiang Zhao Yuan felt somewhat embarrassed by such a direct revelation.
Seeing that the issue had been perfectly resolved, Jiang Li stood up.
"Well, if Grandpa doesn't need anything else, I'll go down first."
"Wait a minute," Jiang Zhao Yuan raised his hand to stop her.
Jiang Li turned around, looking at him with confusion.
The old man fumbled in the drawer of his desk for a while before pulling out a bank card.
"There's probably four to five million in this card, take it all."
Jiang Li was surprised, "Why?"
"Didn't you say that your film investment was very profitable? This money is like my investment," the old man huffed, "This isn't just free money; if you can't pay it back later, I'll have to hold you to account."
Jiang Li sighed inwardly.
This haughty nature of the old man really hadn't changed at all.
She accepted the card quite openly.
