"One yuan is still money, isn't it?" Jing Haohao thought for a moment, then nodded at Liang Chen, unabashedly saying, "Yes, I have."
"How much?"
This question left Jing Haohao at a loss for an answer.
If she said she only had one yuan, wouldn't that be admitting she didn't have any money?
Observing Jing Haohao's hesitation, Liang Chen chuckled lightly, saying, "I'm sure it's less than what's in my bank account."
Despite Liang Chen's statement being nothing but the honest truth, Jing Haohao still couldn't help but pout a little unhappily at his frankness.
Her lips were red and tender-looking, and under the light, they cast a soft glow. As she pouted, it stirred a ripple in Liang Chen's heart, compelling him to reach out and gently press down her pouting lips.
Jing Haohao pouted once again.
Liang Chen pressed again.
