As she spoke, Su Yuhan drew a sharp, timely breath. "Oh, well. It's hard to make a living these days. Since it's Mr. Xia's request, I suppose I have to comply. It's fine. My grandmother and I can handle a little hardship. We'll be fine."
At her words, the already quiet bar fell dead silent for several seconds.
Immediately, Xia Xuyang felt gazes of condemnation coming from all directions. They landed on him like fine needles, making his back prickle with unease.
Even his own sister, who normally idolized him and took his side in everything, shot him a rare look of disapproval, her face a mask of pained outrage.
