Who would ever complain about having too much money?
No matter how unpretentious or resolute he was, Wu Hao was still utterly shocked and deeply moved.
Who would complain about having too much money?
'Then again... President Lin might.'
Wu Hao gave Lin Chu a profound look. He didn't refuse—not that he could. By then, Lin Chu had already walked ahead, laughing and chatting with Lu Ming.
This was a family dinner.
'I've never actually had dinner at his place before,' Lin Chu thought. 'After all, we weren't this close back then. But now, we've been through thick and thin. The Lu family only has one son, and I'm the one who took him to Dubai. His parents were supportive, but they must be grateful deep down.'
'It's not like I need any of that.'
'But dropping by for a meal now and then is perfectly fine.'
Besides the gift for Wu Hao, Lin Chu also brought some fruit as a token of courtesy. 'It's not like I could flex my wealth on his dad, anyway.'
