Mr. Che reminded, "Life has a hundred flavors, and no one prefers the taste of bitterness."
"Wait a moment." Mr. Che thought it over and felt something was off, his suspicious gaze landing on Che Qin, "This isn't hypothetical, is it? Le Yu is just pretending, and that's why you're upset, you feel like he's playing you?"
Che Qin forced a smile, "It's just a hypothetical, who doesn't love money, right?"
"You better believe it, with your current situation, if you've caught a rich second generation, don't you dare let go," Mr. Che advised.
After hearing that, Che Qin retracted her gaze in disappointment.
Her father hadn't changed, still obsessed with money, putting interests above all else.
Her father, or perhaps many others, would never understand.
Even her former self might have treated today's issue as a joke and easily turned the page.
"Dad, you can go back now, I need to rest." Che Qin was in a poor mood and didn't want to continue listening to Mr. Che's moralizing.