Making Money Is What Matters

"Boss, could I go study with another department in the mornings and come back to work in the afternoons?" Jiang Ruo clasped her hands together, eyes sparkling.

"How about I fire you?" Shen Xiu set down his pen, met her gaze, and smiled.

"Haha, you're so funny, Boss." She gritted her teeth, making them clack.

"Anything else?" He kept smiling.

"Boss, could you try to control your morning grumpiness?" She meekly raised her hand.

"...Starting tomorrow, you're waking me up." He smiled, his eyes shooting daggers.

Jiang Ruo: Deceased.