Zihan's face turned pale, and she stole a glance at Wang Xiaochuan with nervousness before turning her head and angrily saying, "Despicable, shameless."
Xin Yue didn't get angry; instead, he smiled and said to Wang Xiaochuan, "Xiao Chuan, do you know how much my car costs?"
"Porsche 911, over a million. I bet you couldn't afford it in your lifetime."
"If you truly like Zihan, you should really advise her. It's always better to drive a sports car than to take the bus... Zihan has never suffered since she was little, she probably hasn't even experienced the hardship of taking a bus."
"You have experienced it and are accustomed to it, but you can't let Zihan suffer too, not to mention, her parents have raised her so preciously, they wouldn't want to see her degrade herself."
Xin Yue's words, when carefully considered, really did make sense.
