Smack!
A crisp slap sounded, and the girl's other hand immediately struck the man's face, leaving a clear imprint of her palm.
"Yuanyuan, you..." The man covered his face in shock.
"Dong Li, let me tell you, it's over between us. Being with you offers me nothing. We either eat at common restaurants or street barbecue stalls; the gifts you buy me for holidays never cost more than a hundred bucks. What use do I have for a boyfriend like you?"
The girl's face was icy as she snorted, then lifting her Louis Vuitton bag, she said, "Look at this, it's what my current boyfriend bought for me. Do you know how much this bag costs? Forty to fifty thousand. Could you ever afford to buy something like this for me in your entire life?"
"Yuanyuan, you weren't like this before. You used to..."
"Don't talk to me about the past. Love is built on money, no money, no love," the girl said with a face full of cutting disdain.
