Su Qiao was remarkably calm. "I suppose so. I usually only write. I leave everything else to He Jianhui, so I don't really know the specifics."
Li Yuanzhao was speechless.
He had never met anyone like her before, and she was still such a young girl.
"You don't even care whether what you wrote became popular, whether it made money, or how much money it made. I really don't know what you do care about."
"To be honest, you're the strangest person I've ever met. No one else comes close."
She was rich and talented, yet she liked coming to this Night Market to set up a street stall. It was as strange as one of the top ten richest tycoons in the country dressing in rags and squatting by the roadside to beg.
"There's nothing strange about it. Everyone values different things."
Su Qiao had never cared much about money. In her eyes, it had always been merely a tool for accomplishing certain things, nothing more.
"That's true." Li Yuanzhao understood what she meant. After all, he wasn't some naïve greenhorn who had never seen the world or experienced anything.
"Still, there are very few people as clear-headed as you. Of course, that doesn't rule out the possibility that you already have enough money to last a lifetime, so you no longer care about such things. That's why you can be so indifferent."
Su Qiao shook her head and corrected him. "You're wrong. It's not because I'm rich that I'm so calm. It's because I know I have enough ability to make a comeback, so I have nothing to fear."
Li Yuanzhao thought about it and had to admit that Su Qiao was right.
"My outlook still isn't broad enough."
"Back to the original topic: will you really agree