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"Ten." "Twenty." Lin Yan frowned, raised his eyes to look at the smiling man standing opposite, then picked up the tea on the table and sipped it carefully. "So, don't you want to do this business with me?" He blew gently towards the water in the tea cup and brought it to his lips. "This lady, that's not how you do business. You don't get a dime, and you don't let others make any money." The man took out the fan from his waist and continued to look at her with his smiling eyes. "Sir, that's my money." Finally, he couldn't help but speak. "Tsk." He sneered. "You are so picky about your own dowry, and I still don't know how you will deduct my salary when you come to my house." "It doesn't matter, we can separate." A smile gradually appeared on the corner of Lin Yan's mouth, as if he was happy that he had thought of a good way, and as if he had found a good idea to deal with him. "That's okay, it's all yours, and I'm yours too." The man shuddered as he imagined that without her in his life, he would return to the blank space before. Which is more important, a wife or money? Whichever is more important, everyone will choose. Why insist on fighting with her?