Wu Qian felt that every time she got close to him, to understand him, he was different from the rich second-generation heirs she had in mind.
Other rich heirs, wouldn't they disdain hardship?
Eating the best, wearing the best, driving the best cars, but he was not like that?
His clothes should be from their own company.
The car he drives, if it hadn't been for the accident last time, he would probably still be driving that one, right?
As for food, he'd been to modest restaurants.
"Quite surprised?"
Wu Qian nodded honestly, "Yes, different from the rich heirs I've imagined."
Yun Mingrui became interested, "What is your imagined rich heir like?"
Wu Qian thought for a moment, "Eating sea cucumbers and abalones, driving sports cars, wearing designer clothes."
Yun Mingrui chuckled, "That kind exists in Kyoto."
He had seen some rich heirs before.
He was a rich heir and also the son of an official, but such titles did not seem glorious to him.
