Xiaolian picked up the wallet and looked at the heart shape. She remembered that there was no such thing in his wallet before. She asked, "Can you still fold money into a heart shape? Can you give this heart shape to me?"
Fu Lun's expression changed slightly. He snatched the wallet back, his face tense, "I folded it casually. If you want, I'll fold one for you when we go back."
Xiaolian's eyebrows furrowed slightly. His reaction was too intense, and he wasn't the kind of man who would fold money into heart shapes out of boredom. Who gave him this heart shape?
The sports car stopped next to the fruit shop. Fu Lun saw her constantly staring at his wallet, and he said coldly, "Weren't you going to buy some fruit?"
Xiaolian snapped back to reality. She pushed open the door and got out of the car. After taking a few steps, she turned back and saw Fu Lun staring at the heart-shaped bill in his wallet, lost in thought, and her heart inexplicably began to feel irritated.
