Song Xiaowei had been quiet the whole time, and Xu Yun was finding it strangely unsettling.
He asked, "What's wrong? It's not like you to be this quiet."
"I didn't know you were this rich."
Song Xiaowei said with a complicated and somewhat angry expression, "But why did you lie to me? You said you were just a low-level office worker."
"I never lied to you."
Xu Yun replied, "Being an office worker and being rich aren't mutually exclusive."
"Then I really don't get it. If you're so rich, why are you wasting your days at a company like ours?"
"I don't get it either."
Xu Yun said, "I guess even I haven't figured it out yet. The day I do, maybe I'll leave."
"Oh."
"But before I go, you have to pay me back the money you owe."
"..."
Song Xiaowei's face instantly flushed red.
A moment later, the dealership's manager, a middle-aged man, walked over.
"Hello, Mr. Xu."
