"Damn it, you're extorting me."
Chen Fang said.
Yu Zhengchuan did not look the least bit guilty; instead, he spoke as if it was his natural right, "I was perfectly fine being a doctor, but you insisted I become your secretary. The pay is low, and there are loads of crap to deal with. If I don't take a bit from you, the rich guy, when will I ever save enough to marry our Yiyi?"
"Oh, when did she become 'our Yiyi'? Has the good news been settled?"
Chen Fang pressed on.
Yu Zhengchuan gave him a glare and said, "Don't change the subject, just give me the money."
Chen Fang felt helpless.
He pulled out seven hundred yuan and threw it over.
Muttering, "Other secretaries bring their bosses money, but here I am getting extorted by you. How is this fair to me?"
"Heh, that's what you asked for."
Yu Zhengchuan pulled the car over to the side of the road.
He first put away the money.
