On the way back, Xiao Man and Yang Liu'er rode in Zheng Shaojin's car. Yang Liu'er leaned back against the leather seat and sighed comfortably, "It's so much better to have your own car. You can go wherever you want without having to squeeze onto a bus... Just you wait, I'll be able to buy my own car soon!"
Xiao Man knew she wasn't joking. If her clothing company continued to grow like this, she could become a millionaire many times over, or even a billionaire. Buying a house and a car would be a drop in the bucket.
But she deliberately shot her down, "Stop bragging. Do you even know how much a car costs? Look at my Brother Shaojin. His family is pretty rich—they're even planning to send him abroad for his PhD—but this car he's driving isn't even his. It's borrowed from his work!"
