"I told you, thank you for your concern. I'm really tired, bro, please leave! I want to sleep now." Actually, it's not that late, just eight in the evening.
The little bit of drowsiness Mi Lu had was completely gone because of Mi Yang's recent knocking.
"Lulu, I really didn't mean anything else." Mi Yang wanted to explain but found that his explanations were so pale and powerless.
"It doesn't matter now. It's not really important whether you treat me well or not; I just hope you won't hurt me. Don't think about using me, to be honest, bro, I think you and I both know! My business acumen is better than yours, I understand the market better, and I know how to seize opportunities. But our dear father has always just seen girls as elegant porcelains, thinking they don't need such acumen, as long as they can bring him profit."
