【Have you lost your mind? You’re actually going to work as a male model?!】
“Can’t I?”
【Of course not! Where’s your dignity? Your principles?】
“I need money.”
【So you’re going to entertain clients for money?!】
“Exactly.” Song Liang spread his hands. “I can’t go rob anyone. You’d zap me again.”
【…】
3085 nearly passed out from sheer outrage. An upstanding system like itself had never imagined that one day it would have to stop its host from entering that line of work!
As the man and his system continued arguing, Duan Yan stared at him in terror, his voice trembling.
“Who the hell are you talking to?!”
Song Liang: “…”
He’d forgotten there was someone else here.
“My conscience,” Song Liang replied. “It says it’ll electrocute me if I start entertaining clients.”
“…”
Duan Yan’s expression was difficult to describe.
“Are you really that short of money lately?”
Song Liang nodded.
Duan Yan felt a mixture of satisfaction and envy.
“Yet you still spent a hundred and eighty thousand yuan on a gift for Xiao Ji.”
Song Liang: “…”
How much?
【Diamond cufflinks worth a hundred and eighty thousand yuan,】3085 supplied. 【They were in the original owner’s clothes, which you left in Xiao Wenyu’s dressing room.】
Song Liang: “…”
That damned simp. Had he forgotten he still needed money to live?
Duan Yan glanced at him and asked cautiously, “Did you have a falling-out with your family?”
Song Liang certainly wasn’t going to admit that he was afraid the Songs might sell him off. Instead, he said casually, “Lunar New Year’s coming. I’m planning to buy Xiao Ji a car.”
Duan Yan: “…”
Even after three years of hearing things like this, he was still stunned by the sheer extent of the man’s devotion.
“You’re going to work as a male model entertaining clients just to buy him a car?!”
“Yeah.”
Song Liang held out his hand.
“Give me your phone.”
Not daring to refuse, Duan Yan obediently handed it over.
Song Liang held the phone up to Duan Yan’s face to unlock it, tapped through a few screens, then tossed it back.
Duan Yan caught it and glanced at the screen. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“Where’s my money?!”
“My money,” Song Liang corrected calmly. “You still owe me four hundred and eighty-six thousand yuan. Is that white convertible outside yours?”
“It’s a rental… Wait, you could at least leave me enough to eat!” Duan Yan said desperately. “Leave me a little, and I’ll tell you some good news about Xiao Ji!”
Song Liang turned to look at him.
Duan Yan hurried on.
“Xiao Ji’s marriage alliance with Qiao Group might be falling through.”
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