"Haha!" Xiao Qingcang burst into laughter. "Are you suggesting that I should tip you?"
"Xiao Qingcang, how much of a tip are you planning to give me then? Don't be too stingy, or it'll detract from your value!" Shen Hanqian calculated seriously. "According to international custom, the tip should be eight percent of the total expense, and your outfit today must be at least two hundred thousand, right? That's sixteen thousand yuan! Come on, hand it over!"
She stretched out her beautiful, delicate palm and wiggled her snow-white fingertips, mimicking the gesture of receiving a red envelope.
"You're pretty good at math; did you study accounting in university?" he teased her.
"Not bad, I did study finance. Originally, after graduation, I wanted to find a job in finance, aiming to be a CFO. But then I thought I'd have more time for family affairs if I chose something less busy! However, don't try to dodge the question, Mr. Xiao. Are you going to give me a tip or not?"