"Is the money enough?"
"Of course. I've never had a job with such a generous budget." Liang Shuhuo shrugged.
"I'm sorry to inform you, I didn't even use up the 25 million. Even including the costs for the noodle shop, there was still some left."
"You have money and you can't even spend it?"
"I could have spent it if I'd wanted to, but I didn't see the need. I consider you a friend, so I didn't want to add a bunch of flashy but impractical things."
As she leaned back in her chair, the ample curves of her chest were perfectly outlined.
"I've always believed in not spending money unnecessarily. That's why I rarely do design work for those brainless nouveau riche."
As she spoke, Liang Shuhuo opened her drawer and took out a stack of A4 paper, neatly held together with a clip.
"These are the costs and details for the renovation. There's still over two million left. Give me an account number, and I'll refund the rest to you."
