An Lu said in all seriousness: "We are a state-owned bank, all our operations here are legal and compliant."
At this moment, Zhang Jingdong stood up, stepped forward, and embraced her fragrant shoulders: "But I've heard that many clerks in your bank have savings targets. You must have one as well, right?"
"Hmm."
"If I can help you meet your savings target, can you do me a favor?"
"What favor? Just say it."
Zhang Jingdong took a deep whiff of An Lu's scent: "I have a younger brother who's been feeling down lately. He visited the hospital, and the doctor said he was poisoned."
"Then my brother asked the doctor what kind of poison it was, and it turned out the doctor said he was... lonely."
An Lu obviously hadn't heard this lame joke before. She was stunned for two seconds before catching on, barely able to suppress a grin.
At this point, Zhang Jingdong stared at her with burning eyes: "Then the doctor told him that the best way to dispel loneliness is to find a soulmate."
