By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife. I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on. At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly. (A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)
Yang Mi didn't agree right away.
On the way back, she still had her assistant pick her up with the car.
After all, she too had her own company, and whether it was endorsements or shooting TV dramas, everything needed to be decided through consultation with the company.
Of course, at her level, she could make her own decisions, and the consultation was just a formality out of respect.
The traffic inside the Second Ring Road was heavy, especially during rush hour, so the Alfa could only creep along.
"Big sister," Dilraba couldn't hide her discontent. "How could he be like that? He just sat there, eating his meal happily, and made us two just watch."
Yang Mi shot her a glance, "That's because we said we had already eaten."
Yang Mi tapped the driver, signaling her to pull over and buy some bread.
The kind with less sugar and fat.
"He is such a straight guy, not even considering that we, after all, are peerless beauties. He didn't even show a little care."