Ning Hao can't control his own life, nor does he have the courage to do so.
He doesn't dare to guarantee how well his future will turn out, nor does he dare to say he will definitely make money. He doesn't even know what he'll do in the next moment.
He can only listen to others' arrangements; what others think he should do is what he should do.
When scolded by elders, he can only hang his head low.
"Haohao, how much did you spend on this car?"
Ning Hao hesitantly said, "Three hundred and fifty thousand."
"What?"
Ning Hao's parents were shocked, not knowing where their son got so much money from.
And the relative who arranged the match was cursing furiously, "Ning Hao, you wastrel, you spent three hundred and fifty thousand on this?"
At this point, Ning Hao's dad said, "Uncle, no matter what, it's a new car, maybe the young people just like it."
"Alright, then I'll go call them over, but you have to find the driver."
"Okay, okay, okay..."
