For the past six months, Le Yu had been put through the wringer by his dad, going out in wind and rain. He hadn't worn high fashion clothes again, and he stopped using that flashy hair gel, completely transforming from a hedonistic rich kid to a 996 corporate drone.
Lin Gantang eyed his courier uniform.
The ordeal his own father put him through was kind of harsh, and indeed pitiful.
Lin Gantang cleared his throat lightly, "You can't blame me, after all, you were the one who started pretending to be poor."
He was so convincing at playing broke, always crying to her about not having any money, that she almost forgot how he used to flaunt his wealth and splurge without a care.
When Wen Yanqing heard the words "pretending to be poor," he gave him several looks.
"Got a girlfriend, huh..." Wen Yanqing repeated.
Feeling the scrutiny, Le Yu cautiously asked, "Can't I, can't I date?"
After he spoke, he immediately felt like crying.