How to relieve worries? Only a wealthy woman can.
Sometimes he also thinks, if only there were an angel investor, he wouldn't have to work so hard selling clothes.
But that's just thinking; it's too complicated to explain.
In the back seat, Xu Qianqian was whispering with Song Xiyun. On such a hot day, she was wearing long pants.
"Qianqian, aren't you hot?"
"Ha... hahaha, it's okay." Xu Qianqian was awkwardly stuck, "I've had too much air conditioning during the day."
"Oh oh." Song Xiyun didn't suspect a thing.
The health of both girls wasn't that great. Often, if one caught a cold, the other would get infected too.
Hearing this, Jiang Nian in the passenger seat turned his head. He glanced at Xu Qianqian but was immediately glared back at.
No need to say more, it must not be good words.
He found it amusing.
Xu Qianqian is indeed contradictory; whether she wanted it or not, she didn't make it clear, and ended up exhausted.
