"Darling, don't look at me like that, or I can't guarantee I won't eat you up!" Zhou Fan tweaked Chu Yan's little nose. "Just say what's on your mind. I'll do my best to give you what you want!"
"Hubby, you must be very rich, right?" Chu Yan wrapped her arms around Zhou Fan's neck, a mischievous glint in her beautiful eyes.
"How much do you need?" Zhou Fan instantly understood what she was getting at.
"Even before you came back, I was already thinking about setting up an R&D department. Factoring in the venue, equipment, and personnel, I'll need at least two hundred million. My grandpa promised me one hundred million, which will be in the account tomorrow, and the company has some funds on hand... so now I'm just a little short!"
"And how much is 'a little'?"
"Ninety million!"
Pfft!
Zhou Fan almost coughed up blood. 'A little bit, my ass!'
