Li Hao didn't know how to describe his mood.
He couldn't understand the state they were talking about.
After all, he was still struggling at the bottom of society.
Even in his imagination, he only dreamed of earning a million a year.
This was worlds apart from Lin Yi's situation.
"Talking so much to him is useless, just say something straightforward," said Wang Mazi.
"Come on, you say it."
Wang Mazi stepped forward and said:
"To tell you the truth, like you, a little brother, is just cannon fodder in our eyes. We only call you a brother, but frankly, if you die on the road, I wouldn't feel anything."
"Don't think about those so-called brotherhood feelings, they're really useless. Work hard, take care of your parents, and your wife and kids. That's better than anything."
"Tell him the key points. Obviously from an ordinary family, monthly income around ten thousand, yet forcing the parents to buy a car costing four hundred thousand."
