Chen Bajin's mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.
She looked at Gu Fuqiao in surprise and said, "I used to work as an accountant in a hospital for a while, twelve yuan is almost half a month's salary for me! Your Yan Camp Commander is really kind to you!"
When it comes to money, Yan Zhen Guo was very generous to her, almost all his money was given to her to manage.
But... the twelve yuan that was lost wasn't given to her by Yan Zhen Guo... it was the manuscript fee she earned from writing.
Gu Fuqiao helplessly pressed her lips together and said, "Sigh... I didn't mean to, I was in a good mood today and now it's all down... but it's okay... losing money is better than having a disaster, losing money is better than having a disaster!"
Chen Bajin, although heartbroken over the twelve yuan, knew it was useless to grieve over it now. Today, they had searched repeatedly under the scorching sun.
