"Okay." Ni Yang nodded.
Shortly after, Mo Qishen pushed over a Phoenix branded bicycle.
"Yangyang, don't look at me as Mo Baichuan's uncle. Actually, in everyone's eyes, I'm nothing but a wastrel who only knows indulgences, resented by all for being mediocre; every person in my family is more accomplished than me. Even my fiancée has broken off our engagement because of this. I don't even have my own car at home. If you mind, I can drive one of the family's cars."
Ni Yang leaned to sit on the bike's back seat, smiling, "It's alright, a bicycle is pretty good."
After her rebirth, she had cycled almost daily, yet had never tried the back seat.
"Yangyang," Mo Qishen continued, "knowing that I'm a wastrel despised by everyone, would you still be willing to be friends with me?"
Ni Yang slightly smiled, responding, "Why wouldn't I? I'm friends with you because of who you are, not your status."
When she first met Mo Qishen, Ni Yang didn't know about his status.
