"Unemployed? How could that be?" Zhao Minghui couldn't believe it. He laughed warmly and said, "I'm seeing Brother Ye arriving in a car with the beautiful Miss Ye. If he's unemployed, how could he afford such a car?"
His way of addressing Ye Fan was very friendly, and he kept calling Ye Juanjuan "the great beauty Ye."
Ye Fan didn't mind such a form of address, and even if Ye Juanjuan was somewhat displeased, she didn't show it. Ye Fan attended this boring gathering purely to accompany his sister, and he wasn't bothered about anything else; as long as his sister was fine, that was enough.
Only Zhao Minghui and He Yulian were aware of that luxury car. Others didn't know and weren't very interested. In their thinking, even if Ye Fan drove a car, what did that imply? You could get a car for several tens of thousands of yuan; it wasn't a big deal. But if they knew that the car's price matched Zhao Minghui's net worth, they'd be blown away.
