"Hehe, actually, as long as he likes her, it doesn't matter where she's from," Xu Deming chuckled.
"That's true. By the way, how much does your son earn a month now?" Liu Kaile asked.
"I really don't know," Xu Deming said.
There were news reports now that his son had become a billionaire, but he genuinely had no clue how much his son earned each month.
For a person like his son, he probably wouldn't care about how much he earned each month, but rather how much he earned each year or from each investment.
Only wage workers would know exactly how much they earned each month.
Don't know?
Liu Kaile secretly curled his lip in disdain.
He probably didn't want to say because the salary was low, not because he didn't know.
After all, what kind of good job could a man who didn't make it into graduate school and whose mind was preoccupied with women find?
Ten thousand a month, tops.
Poor woman, who married Xu Deming's son.
With such a man, her future life would be worrisome.
