However, Fang Chenyi couldn't be bothered with what the three of them were thinking.
'Are you kidding me? What's more important, money or face?'
'Is that even a question? Of course money's more important. To put it bluntly but realistically, in today's society, the only way to get that so-called "face" is to have money first.'
After a flurry of activity, Fang Chenyi finally stopped once he'd nearly filled an entire bag.
He spun around, grabbed the woven plastic bag, and strode toward his villa. Of course, as he left, he didn't forget to tell the three dumbfounded onlookers not to clean up.
And just like that, the three of them watched in a daze as Fang Chenyi made three separate trips, finally clearing out all the junk, like the tattered cardboard boxes, from inside and outside the truck.
He lightly dusted off his hands and looked at the now-spotless truck bed, giving a satisfied nod.
