Chapter 14
“Tsk, one million two hundred thousand. Miss Yan, you really are loaded.”
Dusk was light and thin, the sky tinged with a soft rose-purple. The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the shadows of the passersby long across the ground.
The boy walking beside me glanced over, his gaze subtle, his tone ambiguous: “You’ve only transferred to our class for a few days, and you’re already throwing money around for someone.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve had your eye on him for a while.”
“You talk too much,” I shot him a glance.
Uncle Wang’s car was parked not far ahead, and I walked toward it.
“Hey, Yan Qingyue.”
I turned my head at the sound.
The sunset shone on the boy’s face as he slipped back into his usual careless demeanor. “Be careful. Don’t get scammed.”
I replied with a quiet “Mm,” then turned and got into the car.