Seeing her turn away, he had no choice but to chase after her, saying, "Nuannuan, listen to me, I—"
"What 'I'? There isn't a single truth in what you say."
"Every word I say is true. I think you're amazing. If you're short on money, just say it, I'll give it to you."
Gu Nuan sharply stopped in her tracks, "You're about to be a beggar yourself, yet you claim you have any amount of money?"
"As long as you need money, I'll give it to you immediately."
"Okay, I want one hundred million now." Gu Nuan stretched out her hand to him.
The dirt mound they stood on faced a road, where a Rolls-Royce luxury limousine was driving up from the end.
"Stop the car!" Yang Zhilin, sitting inside, suddenly shouted.
The driver braked sharply, puzzled, and asked, "Miss, what's the matter?"
Yang Zhilin leaned out of the car window.
The figures in the distance weren't very clear, but for some reason, they stirred her heart. She always felt it was those two.
