The Interdimensional Chat Group with the Underworld

Coworker: You! Stand farther away. You're throwing me off. Be on camera? As if anyone would want to look at you... Relative: Hey, you've been at it for years. Still haven't made it big? My son got a hundred thousand in his year-end bonus this year. Mother: You're already 22. If you still consider me your mother, hurry back to the village and get married. Li Xiaomeng glanced at the group chat for the underworld on her phone and smiled. “Make way. I'm financing this production. You're fired!” “It's true, I haven't made much. My fellow cultivators come over to mooch meals every day, and I've spent tens of millions just feeding them. My net profit is only a hundred million or so.” “Mom, the boss of the boss of the young man you introduced wants to pursue me. What? If I marry him, the company will be mine? No, no, my boyfriend has already bought the company.”