Gu Qili just came out of the bathroom and saw Mu Shuoqian putting his phone back into his pocket, then he fumbled inside for a while and took out a set of keys.
He put the keys into her open palm and closed her fingers around them, saying calmly, "Returning to the original owner."
The cold metal gently pressed against her palm, but her body was warm.
"Thank you."
He was silent for a while before saying, "You don't have to thank me. This was something I had promised you before, and it was obtained with three percent of Mu Guang's shares; it rightfully belongs to you."
She smiled and hugged him, "You think I am a three-year-old child? Even selling three percent of Mu Guang's shares at the highest market price can't afford this vineyard. You're clearly making a losing deal."
"Then I'm even more profitable, now I have both the vineyard and you." Her stomach grumbled embarrassingly, and she looked at him with a wronged expression, "I'm hungry."
"Hmm."
