Fu Sichen was in a meeting at the company when Xu Lai decisively knocked and entered, "President Fu, a call from your wife."
He answered, and a coquettish tone came from the phone, "Honey, I saw a fan that I really, really liked, and it's even made in our own country."
"But I'm a little short on funds..."
Jiang Mian's tone suddenly weakened, "Oh, but I really can't bear to see our own things fall into other hands; I can spend a little bit of money and then benefit all mankind."
Fu Sichen thought back to the bills he had seen not long ago, his thin lips slightly upturned, "A little bit?"
Jiang Mian's eyes curved, her voice soft and clear, "About eight figures, this time I even took out my own savings to secure it, but unfortunately, I still need your support."
"Okay, I'll have someone transfer it to you later."
"Wow! Thank you, honey! I'll give you extra kisses when I get back!"
Fu Sichen smiled as he looked at the hung-up call. No one could waste money quite like Mrs. Fu.
