Unlike those poor losers who just play games, scroll through Kuaiyin, and watch beauties shake their butts all day!
After finishing the card game, Yang Hao drove off in the black G-Class he had intended to give to Wang Xueru's father, leaving the flashy green G-Class for himself.
They say jerk guys drive G-Classes, so why not get one in a more flamboyant color?
If you don't have many cars at home, you definitely choose black—it's more common and retains its value better. But for someone like Yang Hao, it didn't matter; for him, it was all just for fun.
Yang Hao drove to the coffee shop and picked up Wang Xueru and her daughter Nuonuo.
"Hello, Mr. Yang~"
Nuonuo wasn't meeting Yang Hao for the first time; she knew he was her mother's boyfriend, and she had quite a good impression of him, always greeting him warmly.
"Hi, Nuonuo."
"I brought you your favorite macarons."
Yang Hao handed the little girl the pastries he had bought from a high-end cake shop,
"Thank you, Mr. Yang."
