"But I also don't make a habit of letting men treat me to dinner!" Luo Xiaoqian took out her wallet, "How much is it? I'll pay you back!"
Jiao Yang put his hands in his pockets, looking at her serious expression, "In that case, how about next time, you treat!"
With that, he had already strode out of the restaurant.
Luo Xiaoqian, feeling helpless, could only clutch her wallet and chase after him.
"Then it's settled, next time, I'll definitely treat!" she called out to him.
"Sure!" Jiao Yang agreed with a smile.
Luo Xiaoqian returned his smile, then opened her wallet to stuff the photo she was holding back inside.
Just then, the elevator doors opened, and two teenagers rushed out. One of them brushed past her injured hand, causing her to drop the photo and wallet in pain.
The money from her wallet scattered instantly, and the photograph somersaulted in the air before drifting towards the fish pond decoration by the elevator.
"My photo!"
