Because sometimes, the previous moment she could still be powerful and influential, standing at the top where countless people had to look up to her, and the next, she would become a poor, pitiful wretch bullied by others.
The gloom that had hung over him for days suddenly vanished at that moment. Pan Junxi felt as if the burden weighing a thousand tons on his shoulders had finally been lifted.
His expression relaxed considerably, and his smile grew much brighter. "Right. As long as I'm still alive, nothing else is really a big problem."
"Go quickly. Don't let someone else get there first."
Little Four had said that quite a few people had recently returned from abroad. Who knew whether someone might snatch her business?
"All right, Miss Su, don't worry. I'll do everything I can to secure this project."
The air around Pan Junxi had become steadier than before. Beneath that composure was also a sharpness no one could stop, and he had drawn all of it from Su Qiao.
After Pan Junxi left, Su Qiao also left the café.
She worked out three times a week, and today should be a workout day.
Do you really have to work this hard? You're not short of money now. Besides, your man is so rich. Are you afraid he'll let you go hungry?
Actually, 444 felt that when it came to making money, it alone was enough.
Wouldn't this also highlight my abilities?
Su Qiao stood by the roadside, waving for a taxi while pondering whether she should buy a car as a symbol of her status.
"Why should I have him support me? It would make more sense for me to support him."
"Besides, for women, money sometimes represents dignity, freedom, and the right to speak. It means having