Han Yueyao didn't refuse with great dignity; instead, she took the money silently.
Then she mumbled, "Call me if you need someone to help you roast people."
"Are you addicted to it?" Su Yu was exasperated.
"No. I just think it's a good way to make money…" Han Yueyao said with a straight face.
"Do you want to open a company specializing in sparring with people, taking orders, and railing against your targets?"
"Good idea." Han Yueyao nodded.
Su Yu glanced at her in disdain. "With your fragile physique, I think you can last at most three days before you are beaten to death…
Han Yueyao: "…"
"Making money is not as easy as you think. You're still young, so don't be so obsessed about money."
