Under Yang Fan's persistent questioning, Zhu Shanshan finally revealed the things that had been bothering her inside.
"Do you know what that guy outside does?" Zhu Shanshan asked in a muffled voice, pressing her forehead against Yang Fan's chin.
Yang Fan glanced toward the window, "If he isn't really a wealthy man, then I suspect he might be a car dealer, considering all those luxury cars. A normal person wouldn't be able to afford that many, right?"
"You guessed right, he really is a car dealer, but also a wealthy one at that," Zhu Shanshan said with a laugh, looking up. "I heard his family background is quite solid, extremely wealthy, but that guy himself owns a car city, and it seems like he's invested in several companies, worth over a hundred million."
"So he really is a wealthy man," Yang Fan said indifferently.
He didn't become jealous, just felt a bit more pressure.
Here he was, about to tangle with a wealthy goddess on the couch. How could he not feel some pressure?
