Shen Jing didn't ask further.
Twenty billion. Why bother asking?
He was openly supporting the Wei Family.
Even if the alliance wouldn't intervene, he would.
Wherever money was needed, Zhou Luchen was there.
All of Shen Jing's little curiosities were written plainly on her face.
He leaned his body forward against her, pressing her onto the desk. Her delicate wrist ached as it was pinned overwhelmingly against the desk surface.
The pen on the desk rolled away and fell to the carpet with a loud thud.
Zhou Luchen looked almost as if he wanted to laugh, a hint of mockery in his expression.
That meant she had no right to meddle in his private affairs and decisions. At this moment, Shen Jing cleverly turned around. "Doing good deeds deserves recognition."
Zhou Luchen's eyes darkened as he lifted her by the waist. "Go back and sleep on your own."
Shen Jing pursed her lips. Once again, he wanted her to sleep alone.
