"You can afford to spend money at Xiangxilu, but not to buy a decent car?" Gu Yuan laughed, her smile filled with sarcasm.
Chi Yu dropped his head further: "It's because we broke up, no girlfriend to sponsor me, can't make ends meet."
The way he was acting poor, he might as well have put the word "POOR" in big, bold letters on the public screen.
Xiong Yao poked his head out from inside the car: "Brother Yu, I took the car for repairs."
Chi Yu waved his hand: "Bring it back when it's fixed."
"Got it."
Then Xiong Yao drove off in that beat-up car, the engine louder than the horn.
Gu Yuan: "..."
Ignoring Chi Yu, Gu Yuan wasn't going to soften; she got into the car and shut the door. But she hadn't expected Chi Yu to block the door with his hand; had she slammed it harder, Chi Yu's hand might have been ruined.
She released her grip.
Chi Yu quickly withdrew his hand, acting nonchalant, even hiding the hand that got caught by the door behind his back, stepping back a pace.
