C335 The Richest Man

"Yeah, so don't worry about anything from now on." Jiang Feifan finished his tea and saw Han Siyu quickly typing on the keyboard of the notebook.

"Actually, my wife doesn't need to work so hard." Jiang Feifan went up and pinched Han Siyu's shoulder. He picked up a cup and poured a cup of water.

"I don't want to, but the company is so meddlesome..." Han Siyu sighed and said slowly