Zong Qi flatly refused, "There's no need. The way things are now is fine. Let's just forget about the shares. Like you said, the money from people like Ye Rong is dirty."
Chen Jiao was stunned for a moment, then she suddenly broke into a smile. "That could be a huge sum of money in the future."
Zong Qi said calmly, "I earn a good amount as your assistant, too."
Chen Jiao fell silent and just lowered her head to eat. Zong Qi glanced at her, and a faint smile touched his lips.
Zong Qi stayed until almost midnight, which was when Chen Jiao finally managed to finish copying the entire proposal. In contrast to Chen Jiao's bewilderment, Zong Qi had gradually become engrossed in it.
Chen Jiao shook her sore, stiff wrist. "You understand it?"
The corners of Zong Qi's eyes crinkled. "I understood some of it. It's quite interesting. You're really amazing."
