Upon hearing Feng Jun's "youthful as a flower", Zhang Caixin felt somewhat contemptuous. She glanced at him, then at her sister, and sighed softly, "Ah, such poor vision... and you dare to speculate in stocks?"
Feng Jun didn't want to argue over such petty matters, as he was well aware that the problems in his relationship with Sister Hong weren't on his side.
In any case, for him, women were always troublesome. A quick fast-food meal was okay, but getting involved in deeper interactions could easily lead to unnecessary complications.
So, Feng Jun stood up without hesitation and left. He could feel Sister Hong seemed somewhat inclined to keep him there today.
But if you want something, you have to say it. If you don't say it, how would I know you want it?
In fact, he didn't think today was convenient. Aside from himself and Sister Hong, there were three other women spectating.
