Chen Fang smiled and said, "I do have some savings."
Upon hearing this response, Miao Zishan's eyes lit up.
She hurriedly asked, "How much?"
"Probably a little over thirty thousand."
Chen Fang had just finished speaking.
The flame in Miao Zishan's eyes extinguished as if doused with a bucket of water.
She muttered, "No house, no car, no savings—you're a man with nothing, no wonder you're still not married at thirty."
Chen Fang smiled and said, "So, we're not suitable for each other?"
"Of course we're not suitable, you're a toad wanting to eat swan meat. My cousin really isn't reliable, telling me he's introducing me to a high-quality man, and it turns out it's just garbage with a human skin."
Upon hearing the word "garbage."
Chen Fang wanted to leave, but this made him somewhat unhappy.
He asked, "Miss Miao, do you have a car?"
"No."
"Then do you have a house?"
"No, I don't."
"Then you must have a lot of savings, right?"
Chen Fang continued to ask.