"Uncle, you're joking. How can I manage your assets with my meager skills?" Sang Tianen smiled awkwardly. "To be honest, I lost so much money playing futures that I almost committed suicide by jumping on the railway tracks. Since then, I've had a profound enlightenment and never set foot in the stock market again."

Xia Baichuan sighed, "That's right. This is just opportunism after all. It's not like doing business. There's always an explanation for whether you make a profit or a loss."

Sang Tianen didn't say anything else, but lowered her eyes and took a sip of champagne. Yan Zheng, who had been silent beside her, turned his head to look at her with a subtle emotion in his eyes.

He seemed to suddenly understand why his girlfriend, who came from an ordinary family, could buy a duplex apartment in the city center at such an age, but he did not believe her story of committing suicide by lying on the railway tracks.

Based on his understanding of Sang Tianen, even if he really lost money, he would only curse at his phone for three days and three nights, and then do what he had to do. He would never choose such an extreme method as suicide. This was most likely another fabrication by her.

Yan Zheng couldn't help but become curious about how many other aspects of this woman he didn't know about.

After they chatted for a while, Sang Tianen found an excuse, took Yan Zheng's hand, and found a place away from Xia Baichuan to lie down.

The two of them lay on their sides, staring at each other with wide eyes. Sang Tianen squeezed his eyebrows and eyes, which made Yan Zheng want to laugh.

He glanced at Xia Baichuan and Zhou Feiyang, who lay down, and the two children in the front row also sat quietly on their chairs.

He stretched out his index finger and placed it on Sang Tianen's lips. The soft touch made his heart tremble. He bit his lip and said in a puff of air: "I'm going to sleep."