Three of us walked out of the inn, but Le Yao stopped in her tracks as we passed the sizable square. A Feng and I looked at her, puzzled.

She turned to glance at the four-story inn and asked me, "Zhao Yang, are you really going to give up taking over this inn?"

"Big sister, that's a transfer fee of 30 million! The inn is nice, but we have to be realistic, right?"

Le Yao insisted, "Didn't they just say to let him consider it more? There might be a chance for a turnaround."

"The reason he said he'd consider it is obviously because of you... See that Lamborghini parked over there? It's his. Anyone who drives such a car loves to flaunt their social status by hanging out with celebrities."

Le Yao looked at me skeptically and said, "I've seen all kinds of rich second-generation kids in Beijing. There are reliable ones. Don't exaggerate and make them all sound so terrible, okay?"

I forcibly pulled Le Yao along, saying as we walked, "Anyway, don't worry about this. I'll figure it out myself."@@novelbin@@

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