C1627 At Least You Have a Conscience.
"How can it be fake?" This was the first time Yuen Le was so straightforward in front of her neighbors. She subconsciously puffed out her chest and looked at Mr. Zhao and the middle-aged woman with a faint smile, "He said that he didn't have a formal job. He is the chairman of a consortium. How can he have a formal job? He let his subordinates do the work!"
As soon as Yuen Le finished speaking