Qian carried the packed dishes and followed Ni Jianren, whose face was like iron, leaving the hotel.
Obviously feeling sorry about the money but pretending not to care, Jianren's reaction only amused Qian.
Jianren's red QQ stopped by the roadside; to save on parking fees, he'd rather risk a ticket, unwilling to spend even a few bucks, yet he paid so much for Qian. The psychological shadow area is incalculable.
The more unsatisfied he is, the happier Qian is.
Outside, there were kids riding bikes. Seeing these kids about Xiaowei's age contrasted with Jianren's dung-like face, making the evening breeze feel infinitely good; summer is a wonderful time.
It was only her own fault she was too young when she met a douchebag in her past life.
Otherwise, with his kind of "QQ" driver, choosing red is a sissy loser who dares to bully her.
Ni Jianren walked to the car without glancing at the woman who swiped half of his month's salary and said stiffly,
