Zhang Ningzhi felt like she had thoroughly embarrassed herself today, "Okay... thanks, I'll transfer the money to you on my phone."
"Mm." Jiang Nian nodded.
Even landlords don't have excess food, part of the money in his hand is for preparing for the next task, like the extra reward task for buying fitness classes.
The other part is intended for home expenses; buying a house is out of consideration for now. But he can consider upgrading the quality of life, updating some home appliances and furniture.
Rather than spending money to show off, he'd rather spend it on Old Jiang and his wife.
Jiang Nian walked out of the classroom with two water cups, took the umbrella hanging on the corridor windowsill, and sauntered down the hallway. His phone vibrated in his pocket.
He took it out for a glance; Ningzhi had sent an ordinary red envelope.
He opened it—fifty.
Hmm?
