Zhang Yang didn't think much of it. He simply waited patiently at the agreed meeting spot.
After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded behind him.
Zhang Yang turned around and looked in surprise at the stunning figure standing a few steps away. She wore a low-cut evening gown that hugged her slender waist, revealing a glimpse of pale skin at the neckline, and her long, shapely legs were clad in stockings.
The mature woman radiating such charm was none other than Irene, the editor at Aisha Fashion Weekly.
"You?" Irene was taken aback. Naturally, she recognized Zhang Yang too.
This promising newcomer had a perfect figure but no intention of pursuing a career in modeling. And now, he was working part-time as a designated driver at night.
She could be ruthless and cold as an iceberg with her subordinates, but now she was facing a young man who worked as a fashion model by day and a designated driver by night, doing his best to get ahead.
In an instant, her expression softened.
"Good evening, Ms. Irene. Fancy seeing you again." Zhang Yang greeted her naturally. "Where's your car?"
"Oh, I'll take you to it." Irene came to her senses and led the way. "By the way, Xiao Zhang, are you really short on money? You're working as a designated driver at night too. You're really pushing yourself."
"Yeah, I am." Zhang Yang nodded without denying it.
How could he not be? He had to earn ten thousand this month to get twenty points, level up as soon as possible, start making a hundred thousand a day, and save up ten million.
He was trying to make enough to buy a hundred-million-yuan mansion overlooking the river. Of course he was short on money!
"I see." Irene looked puzzled. "Then