"So, what did Yang do before?"
Qin Feng was still very cautious, wanting to probe into Yang Hao's background a little, in case his previous job was amazing and he was just taking a break for a while.
"I delivered food."
Yang Hao replied truthfully.
"Oh, that must have been tough."
With a sigh, Qin Feng felt a sense of superiority well up within him, his chest puffing out by an extra two centimeters.
He couldn't compare himself to successful people, but against a food delivery guy, he undoubtedly had overwhelming strength.
Listening to their conversation, Zhao Yingying couldn't help but silently scoff in her heart:
Here he goes again, he's at it again!
This rich guy's sick pleasure in pretending to be poor!!
Ask him if he has a house? He tells me he doesn't!
Ask him if he owns a car? He tells me BYD!!
And the result...
You casually spend over eighty thousand in a day, driving a BYD worth more than a million!
And still delivering food?
I believe you, my ass!
