For someone like Feng Haoyu, a mere bit player, Xiao Ming couldn't be bothered to waste time and energy, but Yun Shi Yu obviously had a penchant for mischief, and he couldn't very well let her down.
Sighing silently in his heart, he retorted, "Didn't you say you didn't care whether I was rich or poor? What does it matter whose Rolls-Royce it is then?"
"Yes, I, I did say that, but you've lied to me, and there's nothing I hate more than deceit!"
In Yun Shi Yu's angry expression, there was a mix of guilt as she perfectly embodied the image of a gold-digging woman trying hard to appear innocent.
Seeing that his few words had driven a wedge between Xiao Ming and his companion, Feng Haoyu couldn't be more thrilled. He laughed and said, "This lady obviously has substance and taste, a refined person indeed.
