How can a white-collar worker with an annual salary of a million drive a modest QQ car worth just twenty to thirty thousand? At the very least, shouldn't they be driving a vehicle from the BBA range?
And why would Shen Qian fret over 688? Her daily wage is several thousand, so why would such a sum distress her?
"Mr. Qin, aren't you going to eat?" Worried that Qin Yu might suggest some high-end venue, Shen Qian didn't really want to have a meal with Qin Yu—she might end up embarrassed if she couldn't afford to pay.
"Of course, I ate. I recall the noodle shop we visited last time wasn't bad, how about we go for noodles?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Qian breathed a sigh of relief, "Great! Today I'll treat Mr. Qin to noodles! Plenty to eat!"
"How can I always let Manager Shen treat me? Today let me treat Manager Shen," Qin Yu said with a grin.
They shared a smile, seemingly bringing their relationship a bit closer.
