At six in the evening, it was the peak of the rush hour.
He usually avoided this time span for either going home or going out for meetings, but looking at the young girl's sullen face and pouting lips, he knew she must be upset about the traffic.
His heart ached a little as he pinched the soft cheek of the young girl, "Honey, I will buy you a car tomorrow. Come whenever you want, no need to worry about the traffic."
Hannah smirked, her hand resting on the man's chest, "Is Mr. Simmons referring to a bicycle?"
Arnold Simmons was taken aback, his eyebrows furrowed, he closed the door and led the young girl inside. "I'm not that stingy, since I am your sugar daddy, you won't lack anything."
Having said that, he found a pair of slippers for her. Rarely any outsider came to his place, only his own slippers were there, along with some spares.
They were all men's.
Hannah noticed this, her eyes glinting with laughter.
