"Well then, we're all square. No one has suffered any losses."
Bai Xiaolian said and continued walking forward.
Quan Zehao followed her persistently and said, "No, I'm at a loss. I've lost my heart."
It was his way of confessing his feelings. He thought Bai Xiaolian would be moved, but she only paused for a moment without stopping.
She would never believe Quan Zehao's sweet nothing. Everything that comes out of a man's mouth is lies, especially if he is rich.
The sky began to rumble with thunder, looking like rain was imminent.
Bai Xiaolian quickened her steps into the yard, followed by Quan Zehao, "There might be strong wind and heavy rain tonight. Stay inside. Don't come out."
"You're not my concern."
Bai Xiaolian went into the room, took her purse, and handed Quan Zehao one hundred and fifty yuan.
"You can keep the cash. If you really want to pay me back, you can transfer it via WeChat."