"No, I'm not." Han Xiaoyue hurriedly let go of the arms she had been holding, whether intentionally or unintentionally, "It's just that she started off with a bad tone, but it's really nothing. There are many people like her. Don't take it too seriously."
Naturally, she dared not lie.
"What do you think about her staying here?"
"Of course, we should take the money—ugh, I'm starting school in a few days, by the way."
"I see." Wang Hao imagined a rebellious, internet-addicted rich lady who, rather than staying in a luxurious mansion, insisted on paying to suffer in an internet cafe.
Rich families sure have their issues, overly strict parenting leading to rebellion from an early age.
The saying goes, wealth doesn't last more than three generations—ain't that the truth.
But, what the hell does that have to do with me!
Wouldn't it be idiotic not to make money when I can?
At worst, if her family comes looking, I'll just refund the remaining money.