As soon as Chen Feng's voice fell, Su Xirou immediately grasped the implied meaning of his words.
She sighed and said, "You're right, in this world, many girls are indeed very realistic."
"But that's not their fault," Chen Feng said. "It's better to live a bit more realistically, certainly better than being with someone as poor as me. Have you ever heard the saying? Money can solve ninety-nine percent of troubles. I have no money, so the girls who are with me are troubled every day."
"Uh, you could find a rich and good-looking girl, right? That shouldn't be difficult for you, should it?" Su Xirou asked with a smile.
"Do I look like that vain?" Chen Feng said. "I will never settle. In my opinion, I will never use money to measure affection. Even if I possessed mountains of gold and silver, what use would it be if I weren't happy?"
Chen Feng was indeed speaking from his heart with these words.
"You have some sense after all, not bad."
