Yue Tingfeng shouted, "I'm happy with my decision. Get lost!"
Qu Jing yelled back, "I learned of this from Jiang Lai! He tattled to me. If anything, you might want to talk to him."
At his home, Jiang Lai sneezed loudly.
After Qu Jing left, Yue Tingfeng sat in the private room for some time—he was zoning out. Life seemed so boring at the time.
Life had never felt so dull. Nowadays, he found himself battling boredom and loneliness during the sleepless nights that plagued him.
Unconsciously, Yue Tingfeng's fingers fiddled with the coin in his pocket.
The phrase, 'Bury you with money' was frequently thrown around by rich people, yet a poor b*stard like Yan Qingsi had the nerve to throw a tip at him.
What was she trying to prove? Did she even have anything to be proud of?
Altogether, she has tossed money at him on two occasions. First, it was one coin. The second time, she threw three coins—she was miserly even when tipping.
