Chen Yuxuan did not feel relieved by Song Xiaorou's comforting words and arrangements.
"Xiuling Clothing Co., Ltd. is miles behind Yuanfeng Group, alright? According to my recent study of Xiuling's financial statements, their annual net profit is even less than what my previous company earned."
The two companies were in the same office building; going there to work would surely make him a laughing stock among his former colleagues.
Just then, he received another phone call from his parents asking for money.
Chen's mother rambled on, "Yuxuan, it's already the 10th of October—why haven't you sent the pension money for your father and me? You've stopped paying the mortgage, but you can't stop sending the pension money. Your dad and I rely on it to pay the mortgage! Your sister isn't working, and after your father and I spend our pensions on daily expenses, we're left with hardly enough. The whole family is counting on you."