"Do you know why I ended up with someone like Song Yanyan?"
"Isn't it clear to you?"
Yang Xiaobei added a spoonful of sugar to his coffee, poured half a cup of milk, stirred it, and gently sipped from the cup. When he put the cup back on the table, he looked down at its rim with a bitter smile, "You must think that I was with Song Yanyan for money, fame, or benefits. But you're wrong."
"..."
"Since high school, I've been writing software. I'm not boasting, but I can assure you, I truly have talent."
"..."
"When I got to N City for college, I started to look for companies, for buyers, trying to sell my software."
"..."
