Messing with her body was fine. She enjoyed it plenty anyway.
Messing with her wallet was absolutely not!
Xu Zhao had no idea where the courage came from, but she grabbed Jiang Lianqiu's arm, opened her mouth, and bit down on his palm.
"Let go!"
"Mmmph mmmph mmmph! (No!)"
"If you don't let go, don't even think about getting a single cent of royalties from now on."
Xu Zhao's eyes immediately reddened. Though she obediently let go, she somehow produced a handkerchief from somewhere, twisted it between her fingers, and dabbed at tears that did not exist. "Sob, sob. I truly am a wretched soul. Never mind that I'm already so old at such a young age—after struggling for so many years, nothing's gone up except my age. I finally managed to say goodbye to being an old virgin, and the person I'm with turns out to be a miser so stingy he'd—"
Seeing Jiang Lianqiu's gaze grow more and more unfriendly, Xu Zhao couldn't bring herself to finish.
"Fine, fine. From now on, before your hands start itching, go ask Vivian properly. If that really doesn't work, find someone else."
"Can I get insider information? Manipulate the stock market? Draw the candlestick charts by hand? Ooh, ooh, ooh, Teacher Ma, am I finally going to become the Capitol Hill stock god? Am I about to evolve from leek into sickle?"
Xu Zhao perked up on the spot, and the sight made Robin and Mei unable to stop laughing.
In just a few short minutes, they had also seen that this Miss Cartoonist was a full-blown funny woman.
While they waited for the server to bring over the milk tea, they chatted idly with Xu Zhao about this and that. As they deepened their understanding of each other, Xu Zhao