After getting in the car, Song Lingling began to nag at Yijun like a mother: "Your money doesn't come easily, save it where you can. The money you make working on weekends isn't much, just a temporary job, right? Temporary jobs aren't stable, so you shouldn't spend recklessly. What if your boss suddenly fires you? And you're renting a place, after paying rent, how much of your salary is left..."
Yijun listened patiently, then gave Song Lingling his assessment: "Nagging."
Song Lingling almost fainted from anger. She went to all that trouble to lecture for his own good, and he calls her nagging?
"What do your parents do?" Song Lingling sized up Yijun.
Yijun smiled faintly, the corners of his mouth curling up in a sexy and handsome way: "Secret."
"You're not a poor child who's been abandoned like me, are you?"
"They won't abandon me."
"Then you should be a bit happier than me." Song Lingling pouted.
Yijun just gave a faint smile, not responding.
