Wanxin Su couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. She glanced at her phone screen and asked, "Are you so sure it's my fault, not yours?"
Compared to stock trading, Wanxin Su was even more adept at this.
The highly focused way of monitoring stocks often allowed her to temporarily forget many unhappy things.
Even better, it was an entertainment method that let her avoid unhappiness and make money at the same time—a win-win that she really enjoyed.
Fu Shihan said, "Then let's have a competition. Every night from nine to midnight, just for a week."
"Sure, whatever you say." Wanxin Su responded unconcernedly, showing no fear at all. "What's the punishment if I lose?"
"If I lose... should I present myself to you?"
"President Fu, aren't you being shameless with that offer?" Wanxin Su said with a hint of a smile on her lips. "Using yourself as a bet? I'd rather have the cash."
A person valued less than money—how dire could his plight be?
