Valentine Teller looked around, there were no other cars, could it be him?
She took a deep breath, stopped walking, and slowly moved forward.
Standing in front of the car, the passenger side window was half-open. Valentine Teller squinted under the dim streetlight to make out the person inside, and it was indeed him.
The eight hundred yuan was clenched tightly in her hand, already dampened by sweat.
Valentine Teller straightened her back, subconsciously brushed the hair scattered on her chest behind her shoulder, put on a sweet smile, and tried to walk leisurely across the front of the car to the driver's side. The window rolled down, revealing a face handsome enough to dim even the moonlight.
Her heart pounded, and she hesitated for a moment before handing over the money: "Here's your money back."
