Song Jiaren let out a cry and ran around the office.
"Hahaha, little beauty, let's see where you run today. Just obey me obediently. I will love you." An Zhisu was in a particularly good mood today and chased after Song Jiaren.
Song Jiaren hid in a panic while shouting: "Help, the gangsters have been caught."
"Hahaha..." An Zhisu was amused, and laughter filled her office.
Knock knock knock!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and then Zhao Yu's voice came in: "Miss An."
An Zhisu immediately stopped fighting with Song Jiaren and coughed twice: "Ahem, please come in."
Zhao Yu got permission and pushed the door open.
"Sister Zhao, are there any guests?" It was still a while before the opening ceremony, so An Zhisu left everything to Zhao Yu. As soon as Song Jiaren arrived, the two sisters hid in the office to talk.
Zhao Yu said: "Not yet, a guest came to congratulate you in advance and said he had a gift that he wanted to hand over to Miss An."
An Zhisu was confused when he heard this: "What guest? Did we invite him?"
"That's not true. I don't know him either. He is a gentleman named Zhou." Zhao Yu said.
"Surnamed Zhou?" An Zhisu thought about it carefully and couldn't remember anyone he knew with the surname Zhou, so he said, "Then please invite him in."
Zhao Yu said hello and turned around to invite someone. After a while, An Zhisu saw the guest named Zhou that Zhao Yu mentioned.
"Lao Zhou." An Zhisu was slightly surprised when he saw Lao Zhou.
Lao Zhou bowed his head respectfully to An Zhisu: "Miss, congratulations on the opening of your studio. I wish you good luck and a prosperous business."
Lao Zhou has been An Boyuan's driver for more than ten years and is deeply trusted by An Boyuan. An Zhisu naturally knows him, so almost as soon as she saw him, she guessed who asked him to come here.
.
When he thought of his father, An Zhisu's expression became a little cold, and he said calmly: "Director An asked you to come."
"Yes, Miss, the chairman knew that your studio opened today, so he specially sent me to deliver a gift to Miss." Lao Zhou nodded, took out an envelope from his pocket, and handed it to An Zhisu.
An Zhisu did not intend to accept it, and said with a chuckle: "I don't need his gift, please tell me to tell him to take care of Ye Lishu and An Tingnuan, mother and daughter, and don't bother me again, just give me the best
one's gift."
Lao Zhou was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer the conversation. After all, this was a family matter of the boss's family, and he was just a part-time worker, so he had no right to comment.
After thinking about it, Lao Zhou simply put the envelope on the table and said: "Miss, the chairman also said that if you don't have enough money, just call the chairman. Miss, the studio is opening today, don't be angry.
, I’ll take my leave first.”
After saying this, Lao Zhou turned around and left the office without staying any longer.
An Zhisu clenched his fists and stared at the envelope with displeasure.
A plain white hand picked up the envelope. The owner of the hand was none other than Song Jiaren. She tore open the envelope and said, "I'm a little curious about what kind of gift your father can give you." As she said that, the envelope was folded.
After tearing it open, Song Jiaren took out a check from it, raised her eyebrows in surprise, and opened and closed her upper and lower lips to count the money: "One hundred, one hundred, one hundred, one, hundred, ten thousand... oh, one million. Oh, Zhisu baby,
You are still worth a million in your father's eyes, not bad, not bad, better than I imagined