"Fine, if I buy this car, Xiaoling won't have to sell it. She can make money, and her job is quite good," the middle-aged man said through clenched teeth.
What's this all about? Having a car, buying it yourself, paying yourself—it should be a good investment, as long as you can get Luo Meiling, the money will still be spent.
"You're really doing a great thing buying it," Yin Xiaofan said as he handed over the keys. "If you pay for it yourself, and do your own delivery, you can't and won't be without money."
The middle-aged man's mouth twitched, and he looked at Yin Xiaofan. Reluctantly, he pulled out a card and handed it over. There were 900,000 on the card. He'd buy clothes for Xiaoling with the rest.
"The rich are different; they're so generous," Yin Xiaofan said with a smile as he took the card.
