Expectation? What expectation, to become the Stock God of Z Nation? That's already a done deal, just a matter of time, and Su Ziceng hurriedly nodded in agreement.
"I will work hard. I need to put romantic entanglements aside for now," Qiu Zhi continued to speak with fervor, misinterpreting Su Ziceng's meaning with an error that only a nineteen-year-old could make.
"Mhm mhm," Su Ziceng hastily chimed in, "First, tell me about Wen Zimu."
Without regard for Wen Maixue's feelings, Qiu Zhi spoke more recklessly, "Do you know that Wen Maixue is actually an illegitimate daughter, whereas Wen Zimu is the legitimate heiress of the Wen family."
There were many unsavory things in high society, and Su Ziceng was vaguely aware of some. It was a surprise that Wen Maixue, always enveloped by the halo of being the heiress of the Wen family, had such a background.
