She hadn't even taken the ride but already spent a hundred yuan.
Gu Qianqian was quite upset and started to chase after for a refund. But Gu Baichuan, although in his sixties, was a man of martial arts. She couldn't break free from his grip.
"Goodness! How could you give him so much money? Even if I take a taxi home, it wouldn't cost 50 yuan!"
"I told you, I'll take you home!"
Gu Qianqian didn't mind Gu Baichuan giving her a ride initially, but with his attitude now, her stubbornness kicked in, "I said it's not necessary, I can go home by myself..."
"Young lady, don't reject me anymore, or I'll get angry."
Having heard this, QianQian didn't have much to say - what did it matter to her if he got angry?
But looking at the old man before her, somber yet deliberately trying to please her, she couldn't bring herself to utter hurtful words.
Forget it, pity the love of parents!
