An Lan hesitated. She actually had a lot of questions, but she didn't know where to start.
Xu Baohan, on the other hand, put down his chopsticks and said with a frown, "My mother runs an import and export trading company in Zhejiang."
An Lan nodded, not surprised. After all, his mother's clothes were so eye-catching.
Xu Baohan looked at her and smiled. "You must have noticed that my mother is dressed... like a nouveau riche, right?"
An Lan was silent.
Was it that obvious on her face?
"No," An Lan cleared her throat and said, "In business, you have to dress up in a conspicuous manner in order to attract business partners. There are so many luxury car drivers nowadays, some of them are actually quite poor, but they still have to appear good externally."
