"Hey, why do you care about him? Besides, how could my dad dare to say anything to you? In our Sang family, if you stomped your feet, anyone would be unable to sleep for three days and three nights."
Sang Tianen burst out laughing at what she said, and his tone softened a little: "What nonsense are you talking about? You make me look like a demon."
"That's right. Without you, my parents wouldn't be able to live the good life they do now. We all remember that."
Sang Tianen felt embarrassed by what he said. He stood up and said to Sang Mingming, "Alright, stop saying nice things. You can stay here if you want, but you know the rules."
"Of course." Sang Mingming smiled brightly and saluted playfully, "Thank you for taking me in, sister."
"You have such a big mouth." Sang Tianen smiled and shook his head, "I'm going upstairs. Don't call me if there's nothing else."
Sang Tianen returned to the study, turned on the computer and began to analyze the domestic and international information over the weekend. She wanted to find what was truly useful to her from the vast sea of junk information.
In fact, she rarely plays stocks now, and only buys some index funds. However, to maintain her form, she still does some data analysis and buys some simulated warehouses to play with.
Stock trading is like gambling. We are not afraid of you making money, but we are afraid of you not playing. As long as you sit at the gambling table, there will be a day when you lose.
She entered various data into the small program she wrote, and finally printed out a graph. She took out a pen from the pen holder, outlined a few points on the curve chart, and then opened her mobile phone and set up several conditional orders in her stock account.
Just then, her cell phone suddenly vibrated, which scared her. She was about to curse when she found out that the caller was Yan Zheng.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. Yan Zheng actually called her? This was something she had not expected at all.
After she expressed her views on love in such a cold-blooded way, this man still contacted her. She was a little curious about what he would say.
So I slid down the answer button: "Hello?" There was no emotion in the voice.
"What are you doing?" Yan Zheng's low voice came slowly from the receiver.
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