So, she still remembered that she had to repay the money she had used of his.
When Yu Yanshen came out of the kitchen with a plate in hand, what he saw was Yao Qing lining up bright RMB bills on the table.
Bright red and eye-catching.
His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, a hint of teasing flashing through them.
"What's this, prostitute money? Qingqing, if you want to do that kind of thing with me, I might reluctantly agree. There's no need for money, talking about it is too impersonal."
Yao Qing looked at him earnestly, "I played that game, so I need to give you whatever amount you spent."
Yu Yanshen indeed never thought that she would actually consider repaying that bit of money.
Should he say she was too sensible, understanding to keep financial matters clear with a man, or that she was too impersonal with him?
He placed the plate on the table and casually picked up the cellphone that was lying nearby.