"How can I ask you for money?" Lei Qingyi said again, genuinely taken aback. He thumped his chest. "You saved my life. My life is worth a lot, you know. If you want Lu Yi's car, no problem! I'll model a car for you when we get back. I mean what I say."
Yi Ling chewed on her thumb. "You really mean it?"
She had forgotten that she had saved his life. It was the Chinese way to return favors tenfold; surely it was perfectly reasonable for her to ask for a car in return?
"Yes, I mean it." Lei Qingyi thumped his chest again for emphasis. "I was the one who modified Lu Yi's car for him. I'll put together a better, flashier car for you."
"Okay, it's a promise." Yi Ling reached out, intending to pat Lei Qingyi on the shoulder, but she was much too short and Lei Qingyi was much too tall. She tried standing on tiptoe, but even then all she could do was feebly flap her fingers near his shoulder.
"You're a real bro."
