He pulled Eleven up and brought her to the entrance, recording her fingerprints on the reader, and said, "Be here on time, every night at eight!"
Once he finished speaking, he forcefully let go of her hand.
Eleven stood there stunned, her hands hanging by her sides, still clutching the cheque he had crammed into her palm. Her mind was still a blank.
Fearful that he would lose control if he stayed any longer, Jin Xiangbei didn't say another word and abruptly turned to leave.
Eleven stood there, feeling a sour sensation rising in her heart. The cheque in her hand was the greatest insult. She thought she could pretend to be fine, but tears still leaked from the corners of her eyes.
She fervently wiped them away, attempting to hide her weakness. Clutching the cheque tighter, she watched his retreating figure and said, "Young Master Jin, are you implying... you want to keep me?"
Jin Xiangbei stopped in his tracks, and simply said, "Yes!"
