"It's... it's okay I guess..."
"Naive! Brother, you're just too naive! Ask Nangong Han, ask Wu Batian, what they're usually up to, whether their family businesses are left for them to manage!"
Hu Shengpeng, lamenting the misfortune and resenting the lack of effort, said, "Nangong Han took over more than a dozen family conglomerates when he turned eighteen, earning him tens of billions every year! And although Wu Batian spends his days playing, he's also the chairman of seven or eight companies! What about you? What does the Bai Family give you?"
Bai Jing was stunned by these words, and even the beauty beside him suddenly felt less appealing.
"When you put it like that... it does make some sense..."
A sliver of doubt began to manifest in Bai Jing's heart. After all, he was only able to get a few million as pocket money from the family each month, but if the Bai Family handed over a few companies to him, wouldn't he have dignity in public and real benefits in private?
