Wu Hao walked out of the studio, habitually looked up and saw Zhang Yu sitting at the spot where they had just been drinking tea.
"The difference is stark." Looking at the luxury cars parked nearby, he figured one of them must belong to Zhang Yu.
Meanwhile, he was still driving his small electric scooter. Despite earning quite a bit of money, fewer and fewer of his colleagues at his workplace didn't drive cars. Complaints about the shortage of parking spaces were becoming more frequent.
Every time he heard the complaints, Wu Hao just listened quietly. The topic felt distant from him; he couldn't even fathom when he'd be able to afford a car.
Suddenly, he thought that if Wu Jian didn't go to college, it might actually be a good thing for him.
Even if Wu Jian would still need to live at home, there wouldn't be tuition costs or pocket money to cover—Wu Jian could become self-reliant.
