Xiang Wan, full of confusion, asked, "I'm not short of money, so why are you giving me this?"
"Not short of money but can't bear to take care of your hair?" Zuo Xingyun didn't give her a chance to refuse, and directly stuffed the card into her hand: "I earn money to spend on you, you can spend it with a clear conscience."
Xiang Wan's heartbeat skipped half a beat, only feeling that the card in her hand was heavy.
She didn't know how to react, returning it seemed too heartless, failing to appreciate kindness, but not returning it was like tacitly agreeing to something...
Seeing her hesitation, Zuo Xingyun put some distance between them with no change in expression, sitting down by the floor-to-ceiling windows and fiddling with a bunch of Legos: "You don't need to feel burdened, taking my money doesn't represent anything; even if you think of me as your uncle, it's not wrong for an elder to give money to a younger one."
