A Marriage Proposal

After they stepped outside, Zhang Xin'ai straightened her shirt and tied its hem in a knot. It went surprisingly well with her short shorts. Any boss would look good taking her out.

That was one reason Zhang Yang took Zhang Xin'ai along. More importantly, she had a car.

Zhang Xin'ai really did come from money. Once she decided to work at Zhang Yang's consulting firm, she bought a luxury car to get around. She was staying at the Grand Palace Hotel for now while looking for a place to buy.

Only Zhang Xin'ai could afford to work like that. Of course, besides her family's wealth, the pay at Zhang Yang's consulting firm was absurdly high.

Otherwise, buying a house and a car as soon as she started work would make working far too expensive. If your family had that kind of money, why the hell would you get a job?

Even Zhang Yang felt that a strange atmosphere filled his consulting firm. It could drive a person mad, but he enjoyed it.

Life was a play. Zhang Yang didn't treat business as a battlefield, but as a stage.

He shut the door and hurried off.

"What the hell? A marriage proposal?"

Taine Plaza consisted of four towers. Each had six elevators; apart from one reserved for property staff and deliveries, the others were open to everyone.

Zhang Yang had just stepped out of an elevator when he saw Lei Hu kneeling by another one, holding an open box. The sight stunned him.

People came up with all kinds of elaborate proposals these days. For all Zhang Yang knew, this was another one—and it had certainly caught him off guard.

He didn't know what had happened before, but from this moment on, he was a witness.

Frowning, Zhang Yang stepped