He had chatted with Zhao Yaqian for a while, and Tang Song's worries were put to rest.
For now, it seemed that there were no issues between him and this beautician friend.
As for why she hadn't replied to his invitation to go shopping, it was probably some sort of girlish notion.
He had never been good at understanding these kinds of things, just as he could never guess what his first love was thinking.
He shook his head, casting aside his complicated thoughts.
Tang Song reopened the system interface, his eyes fixed on the balance section.
[Balance: 63,000 yuan (Investment: 1 million yuan)]
Debt-free at last, with net assets of 1.063 million yuan and continuously generating new income under the influence of the "popular me" title.
It had truly achieved a certain degree of financial freedom.
The feeling was indeed splendid.
Money might not be omnipotent, but it could solve 99% of ordinary people's problems.