"Qiao Ze, you're actually this good at bargaining?!"
As they walked out of the glasses store, Su Mucheng's eyes truly turned into stars.
Although she really didn't care about the few hundred or thousand yuan, she had to admit that it was a skill indeed.
"Hmm?" Qiao Ze had intended to say that he actually couldn't bargain, but instead he said something else, "My dad passed away very early, and my mom raised me, and she's not very good at making money."
Qiao Ze was not disdainful of expressing or outputting emotions, but he was not a fool in this regard, either.
Hormones don't secrete less because of high intelligence but are only minimally influenced when rationality is strong enough to completely suppress emotions.
So, of course, he could feel Su Mucheng's enthusiasm.
Although that wasn't off-putting, he still wanted to make the situation clear.
Because he could tell that Su Mucheng's family was probably very well-off.