"Young ladies these days are becoming more and more open." The shopkeeper's wife muttered underneath her breath.
Meanwhile, Lu Beixiao placed a piece of note on the table before walking away with his girlfriend, hand in hand.
He walked away without even asking for the change. It was a fifty yuan note.
"See, that's what a real man does!" One of the girls in the restaurant grumbled about her boyfriend's lack of courtesy.
"Well, his girlfriend is obviously better looking," the boy retorted.
…
They had to pay a visit to the local judicial administration to make a formal report about the street fight. Ye Qiao waited patiently while Lu Beixiao was in the room, noting his testimony. Soon, his uncle joined her in the wait.
"Xiao Xiao!"
Lu Beixiao frowned upon hearing the voice as soon as he stepped out of the room. He did not answer or even look at his so-called uncle, who was only three years older. He took a look at his watch in a burst of impatience.
