Jiang Yisen was staring intently at Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Nanshu looked back, confusion apparent in his eyes.
"What's the matter? Did I say something wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"
After a while, Jiang Yisen finally laughed, sat up straight, and reached out to touch Jiang Nanshu's head: "Such a good girl, always thinking of her brother. How could brother make money without you? My dear sister."
Jiang Nanshu: "…"
"I really want to slap you, get your filthy hands off me, you jerk."
Jiang Nanshu expressionlessly shifted his head away: "My hair is oily, don't dirty brother's hands."
Jiang Yisen, unconcerned, laughed and continued to look at the prospectus: "Do you think I can make a profit by investing one billion?"
Jiang Nanshu then smiled sincerely, "I think this project is good, you can make a big profit."
"Is that so?" Jiang Yisen looked inquisitive.
Jiang Nanshu nodded obediently: "Yes, trust me."