One sentence from Song Zhan left the large villa in silence, and Song Yue just held his head and stared at him in silence for a long time.
"No, studying well is better than doing this."
Business still requires talent.
And Song Zhan is clearly the kind without talent.
"Last chance! This time I guarantee you won't lose so much." Song Zhan pleaded again. He didn't want to associate with those rich second generations who live off their parents. He wanted to start his own business, make a name for himself, just like his brother, and make people remember the name Song Zhan.
Song Yue had heard these words so often that he felt he was developing a thick skin on his ears. He leaned his head back on the couch, staring at the ceiling, the movement highlighting his Adam's apple, making it look even more prominent and sensual.
"That's what you said to me last year."
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