It can't be ten million, or you might as well just roll away.
If I'm pushed to the brink, I could really become a fashion giant. I'll get on the ring and arm wrestle them.
At this moment, those in the know are almost all guessing how much money Jiang Nian will walk away with.
And when he will get it.
"Did you forget about me?" Yu Zhiyi would occasionally message Jiang Nian, trying to remind him of her presence.
At first, she thought she was just there for an internship.
In the middle, she thought maybe they could get cozy. Who knew Jiang Nian handed her a girl, and she's a junior.
They've been sparring, openly and behind the scenes, for over a month.
She's tired.
Now she knows she's really just there for the internship. This dog man's heart is truly harder than steel.
"Didn't forget, did the low-score kid behave?" Jiang Nian was chatting on WhatsApp and casually replied to Yu Zhiyi.
"Low-score kid?"
"Who?"
