Psh, so what if I'm broke... I've got nothing to be afraid of.
Qin Jianyang rolled his eyes at his mother's retreating figure and continued to lie on the couch like a corpse.
Yet, despite his claim that he had nothing to fear, when Saturday afternoon arrived, Qin Jianyang obediently went to the agreed-upon location.
After all, in this world, you can cross anyone but you can't afford to cross the yuan...
Qin Jianyang stood in front of the seemingly humble and understated civilian house, took a fierce drag on his cigarette, then extinguished the butt and casually tossed it into a nearby trash can.
A blind date is just a blind date, who's scared!?
If the girl is pretty enough, then why not hit it off?
With that thought, Qin Jianyang straightened his suit and, with hands in his pockets, walked towards the inside of the house.
