Besides Xu Yun, Chen Xin—the girl who had just offered to be his girlfriend—was also in the living room.
The eldest uncle took the initiative, approaching her with a smile. "Miss, where do you work?"
"Sir, I'm not currently employed."
Chen Xin answered, a little insecurely, "I'm a freelancer."
The main reason was that she was afraid saying she was a web novel author would embarrass Xu Yun.
'It wasn't that Xu Yun was any worse off than them—in fact, he was doing much, much better.'
'But my profession wasn't exactly something to brag about in front of leaders from a state-owned enterprise and a government agency.'
'That's why she'd just said that.'
The eldest uncle was speechless.
'Freelancer? Isn't that just a fancy word for an unemployed loafer?'
'No wonder Xu Yun doesn't want her, even though she's so pretty. It all makes sense now.'
