I Really Didn’t Mean to Make Money

Chen Mo smiled faintly as Tang Qiu walked in.

He was quite satisfied with this lawyer he had hired for a million.

After all, there wasn’t much for her to do on a daily basis, but she could handle all the necessary paperwork and formalities for the company.

It was a textbook example of high investment, low return.

“Have a seat. There’s something I need you to take care of,” he said with a smile, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. Tang Qiu was now one of the few people in the entire company he could actually trust.

After all, since joining the company, she hadn’t done anything that directly brought in profits.

Tang Qiu sat down, eyeing President Chen’s smiling face with a trace of confusion.

Something about the way he was looking at her felt… off.

Once she was seated, Chen Mo finally spoke slowly.