The young boss's eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept all night. He wanted to say something, scratched his head, making his already somewhat disheveled hair look even more like a bird's nest.
He pushed open the car door, lit a cigarette, and looked into the distance with a touch of melancholy.
Then he spoke in a low voice.
"An, my dad left me some precious wealth."
Lin An looked at the interior of the car, touched the exceptionally fine leather on the seat, and nodded sincerely, "Yes, I completely agree."
The young boss was taken aback, glanced back, and couldn't help but laugh and cry, "No, An, not these things."
He spoke softly, "Wealth is extraneous."
Wow~
The talk of the rich is really tough.
Us working-class folks just can't understand!
Lin An was organizing the items to put into the Space Ring last night, looking at the 500,000 in cash he got from Mr. Liu, still hesitating whether to pay off the mortgage early.
He thought a lot.
