Evening fell, after school. Walking home, bathed in the light of the setting sun, Chen Hao held Ye Yuqiao's hand. As always, he could feel the envious and jealous stares of the passersby. Every few steps, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Ye Yuqiao beside him, who was extremely beautiful! Under the glow of the sunset, she seemed like an ethereal fairy not concerned with the mundane world.
The pair arrived at an ATM of a bank. Two minutes later, Ye Yuqiao retrieved her bank card from the machine, turned around, and handed it to Chen Hao expressionlessly, "The two hundred thousand from Zhang Chengren has been deposited. From now on, keep this card with you."
"Ah!" Chen Hao said, his face full of astonishment, "The card for me? That doesn't seem quite right, I'm just your assistant! Besides, if you give me all the money, what will you do?"
