"Aren't you talking nonsense? Which of these rich people isn't filthy rich? otherwise, where would they get the money to hire us to do things?" The second brother pouted.
The three of them chatted as they reached the top floor.
When he pushed open the door of the emergency exit, he was greeted by a clean and luxurious walkway, with carefully cut flower pots on both sides.
It even gave off a faint fragrance.
The boss and the other two watched intently. Finally, they found the number Yang Yue Yue had mentioned, opened the door, and walked in.
As soon as he entered, he saw Yang Yue Yue sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of hot black tea.
She blew on the black tea and took a sip. Then, her eyes fell on the three people at the door.
Finally, he looked at the sack.
"Has everything been settled?" Yang Yue Yue couldn't contain her joy. She put down the teacup in her hand and took the initiative to walk towards the three of them.
"Of course."
