What kind of nonsense is this about keeping secrets? Is this really the quality of someone who should be tight-lipped?
The moment he heard the narration, Su Qing realized he might have done something foolish, but it was already too late for regrets.
He couldn't just backtrack and say Shen Yi wasn't his aunt, though fortunately, there was a suitable reason; pulling strings at least sounds better than being a freeloader. So after thinking it over, he decided not to correct it.
After work in the evening, Su Qing drove steadily on the road. By now, he was quite proficient at driving this Mercedes worth over two million, unlike before when he was nervous about any potential scratches.
Firstly, he had driven a lot more and was familiar with its performance, and secondly, he was now wealthy enough to afford any repair costs.
Shen Yi, sitting in the passenger seat, leisurely enjoyed the post-work time.
