"Of course. I'm taller than Old Min now."
Old Min was speechless, smiling and scolding, "That's because you're wearing high heels, adding at least seven or eight centimeters, right?"
"Not seven or eight centimeters. Just five or six."
"Where are we eating?"
By the Maserati, Fang Qing stopped and asked Jiang Chen. No wonder Old Min liked her; she was so considerate, quickly resolving the awkward situation for her mentor.
Old Min's eyes were naturally drawn to the dazzling luxury car worth millions, and tentatively asked, "Whose car is this?"
"It's Fang Qing's."
Tong Dan answered matter-of-factly, "Old Min, didn't I tell you? Fang Qing is a successful lawyer now, and she earns quite a lot."
Although he had anticipated it, Old Min still couldn't help but show a slight change in expression.
It's true that being a lawyer is a high-paying profession, but like doctors, you need to climb the ranks.
Being able to afford such a good car indicates how strong her capabilities are.
