Girlfriend?
It was the first time someone mentioned this word in front of him.
Arnold Simmons fished out a cigarette from his pocket, "Girlfriend? If I wanted one, there would be a long queue waiting."
"Exactly," Hannah agreed, counting on her fingers in an exaggerated manner, "Look at how wealthy you are, there must be plenty who want to hop on your ship. Worse comes to worst, you are so good looking. If one day your business fails, you could still live comfortably by finding a rich woman and just saying, 'auntie, I don't want to struggle anymore.'"
The girl was quite sharp-tongued.
When she started speaking, it seemed to never end.
Fortunately, her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hint of child-like innocence, which was fairly addictive to listen to.
For some reason, although he thought this way, Arnold wanted to tease the young girl, "Don't you think you're a bit annoying?"
As the words fell.
