An hour later.
Jinn Xiu looked at the young girl appearing in front of him, taking several deep breaths to make sure he wasn't mistaken.
The park where the middle-aged folks were dancing had already cleared out, leaving it desolate and quiet.
In April, the nights still carried a chill.
Chuzheng shoved her hands into her coat pockets and casually sat down next to him.
A few days apart, and Jinn Xiu looked even more disheveled, like someone who had just failed in starting a business.
Nevertheless, his face was cleanly groomed, and his features complemented this worn-out demeanor.
Jinn Xiu clutched his phone: "You didn't have to come..."
"Running out of money?"
"...Yeah."
A CEO who could spend a million in minutes, but had been made to live on a thousand for days—it was actually an impressive feat.
He originally had set aside money for the trip back today, but then a pickpocket got his wallet.
