"You can try all the flavors first." Tang Li pushed forward the other three boxes of cartridge refills, "Whichever you like, I'll buy that kind for you next time. My assistant knows a reliable personal shopper. I'll have her help me buy it."
At this point, she looked at Song Baiyan again: "I've started acting again, and with money to buy these refills, consider it a little way for me to start repaying the fifty thousand yuan."
Song Baiyan's mouth curled into a smile: "Did you get a raise recently?"
"Sort of." Tang Li stretched out two fingers, one horizontal and one vertical, to form a number, "The film pays me a hundred thousand yuan, I'm still a newcomer now. When I'm famous in the future, my annual income won't be too low."
Modestly, Tang Li added specifically: "Definitely higher than the President's annual salary."
Song Baiyan pulled her over.
Tang Li didn't struggle and sat on his lap.
This intimacy was still somewhat uncomfortable for Tang Li.
