He put his hands inside the pockets of his well-ironed trousers. He pressed his lips together, and his gaze seemed distant. The guys beside him couldn't figure out what was on his mind.
"Eh, I didn't know that she had a talent in this area." Ming Ansheng curled his good-looking lips and propped his elbow on Yan Rusheng's shoulders. He was gawking with interest at the tiny woman singing on stage.
When he raised his head and saw that familiar figure earlier on, he was very surprised.
But compared to someone else's expression, his astonishment wasn't worth mentioning.
A bespectacled man looked fearlessly at Yan Rusheng and solemnly commented, "Third Yan, you're way too stingy. After all, she's still your childhood sweetheart and yet the salary you've given her couldn't even be compared to a bar singer's."
His implication, of course, was that Wen Xuxu had felt that her salary was insufficient, hence she had changed her job to be a bar singer.
