"Look at yourself, wishing to come here and talk to me about 'future matters', it's simply ridiculous!"
Shen Lanxiao couldn't hold back anymore upon hearing this: "Mrs. Jian, please mind your attitude!"
"What attitude should I mind? Did I say anything wrong?" Jian Panying sneered, placing her bag heavily on the table, looking at them with disdain, "What kind of person is my daughter? She's a graduate from a prestigious university and has been an executive at a company before. Our family has never lacked money! And your son, where is your son working now, how much can he make in a month?"
This was indeed true, Yu Zexiao was currently in a "job instability" phase. Without a fixed income each month, he had to rely on taking more acting jobs and releasing more albums. Not all the advertising endorsements came knocking all the time.
