Qin Jin had anticipated he would say this and chuckled with a bewitching smile, "It's just a few million; I can afford to give away that much."
"When it comes to things my woman fancies, it's never your turn to give them."
Shi Yu took his time pulling out a cigarette from the pack, tossed the pack aside, then lit the cigarette and took a drag.
His eyes were narrowed, mysterious and deep, every gesture he made exuded an overwhelming presence.
No matter when, he always carried himself with the pride of a monarch, inspiring both awe and an intimidating distance.
Qin Jin found him somewhat boring, leaned over to pull a cigarette from the pack, and tried to light it with his lighter from his pocket, but after several tries, it just wouldn't ignite.
He was slightly irritated and chucked the lighter into a nearby trash can, turning to Shi Yu, "Lend me a light."
"No."
Shi Yu remained unmoved, clearly not intending to lend his lighter to him.
