"Your question is really..." Xu Mingjian twitched his mouth, it was too rude.
Who asks about someone's income right to their face?
But seeing the judgment in Zhao Dingli's eyes, Xu Mingjian said, "Annual income is about four to five hundred thousand."
Mr. Li nodded, thinking it wasn't bad.
It would have been fine if Mr. Li didn't nod; when he did, Zhao Dingli decided he couldn't let Xu Mingjian off the hook.
If Mr. Li is nodding, does that mean he's quite pleased with Xu Mingjian?
That won't do!
Xu Mingjian's qualification is nothing to write home about!
Xu Mingjian was also not pleased with Zhao Dingli's attitude.
Since Zhao Dingli could ask him such a question, he felt he should return the favor.
So Xu Mingjian asked, "Then, Mr. Zhao, how about your age..."
Zhao Dingli: "..."
He didn't want to answer.
Zhao Dingli's face instantly turned cold.
If he reveals it, what if Mr. Li thinks he's too old?
