"Would Mr. Ji like to eat something?" Le Qingqing asked, containing her impatience and politely.
Ji Yuanhang glanced and replied, "I had something before I came, I'm not hungry. I don't want anything. Miss Le, if you want to eat, you can. Oh, and if I'm not eating, I won't be paying."
Le Qingqing really wanted to laugh. Was this high-quality man afraid she would dig into his wallet?
Such a stingy man, and her aunt had praised him as a high-quality man with a successful business? He just owned a ceiling shop used in house decoration, which he partnered with two or three others, earning twenty to thirty thousand a month when business was good, and typically just over ten thousand a month. This income was indeed high in her small county. If quality were measured by income, Ji Yuanhang could indeed be considered a high-quality man.
Unfortunately, in Le Qingqing's eyes, high-quality men are not assessed based on income.
She valued character.