Such a pitiful rich second generation.
If one were to ignore his family wealth, that is.
To tell the truth, his dad's fortune was going to be his and his 13-year-old little sister's, so every time He Jingchuan faced his meager pocket money, he just couldn't understand his dad's miserly ways. Was the money going to follow him into the coffin or what?
"Only you are capable of handling this."
These words were undoubtedly a great trust and compliment, but it was a pity that after being tempered in the battlefield of the business world, He Jingchuan was no longer that naive and sweet fool he once was.
He had changed.
He had lost his hair but gained strength.
"Don't think that by saying this, I'll eagerly do your bidding for free. Why should I be the one to find someone for you? I'm a respectable person, and what respectable person has the time to peek at where others are? I'm neither a voyeur nor a stalker. Don't ruin my good reputation."
