"A message President Xu left for us."
Wanqing handed the note to her best friend, saying, "He's already gone. He paid for our room and even gave us 500,000 each for our trouble."
"..." Michelle.
She quickly grabbed her phone, opened WeChat, and saw it was true—a 500,000 transfer from Xu Yun was pending acceptance.
"No way... Isn't President Xu a little too generous?"
Wanqing laughed too. "Yeah, I've never met anyone like him."
"It's a shame I'm not good enough for him. Otherwise, I'd become his mistress in a heartbeat."
After saying that, she looked at her best friend and teased, "You're going to the Mainland in the future. If you get famous, you could give it a shot."
Wanqing flushed, annoyed. "What are you talking about?"
"It's true, though."
Michelle grinned. "If he's willing, I could even fly to the Mainland occasionally to help you share the load. We could relive the joy of three."
"..." Wanqing.
'What's wrong with my best friend? She's gotten addicted to this!'
