After leaving the bank, Xu Yun took Song Xiaowei to their next destination.
This time, they didn't bother calling a private car service; they spotted a taxi right at the entrance.
Whatever was available, they'd take. Convenience was all that mattered.
Xu Yun's mindset had shifted. When he first got rich, he had a bit of a nouveau riche mentality, but that had started to change.
It wasn't that he had to compulsively take private cars every time he went out and refuse to ride in a taxi.
'Life shouldn't be like that.'
These changes weren't deliberate, but had happened naturally.
It was like when you're broke and suddenly buy an expensive new phone. For the first few months, you treat it like a precious treasure, terrified of getting it bumped, scratched, or scuffed.
When you go out, you make a point of holding it in your hand, as if your pockets and bag just can't contain it.
In reality, your subconscious just wants other people to see your phone.
