Suddenly, the phone rang.
It was Yan Ye calling.
"Hello..."
"Yingying, come downstairs," Yan Ye's voice carried a familiar tranquility.
Lian Xinying, as if bewitched, didn't even ask why she had to go downstairs at this hour and just got out of bed and went down.
After going downstairs, Lian Xinying lightly opened the front door and saw a bodyguard standing at the entrance.
"Miss, Young Master Yan asked me to give you five yuan. Here, take it," the bodyguard said, pinching a wrinkled five-yuan note in his hand, making Lian Xinying feel weak at the ankles.
Dizzy!
It was real dizziness!
What happened to the sizable red packets everyone was talking about online?
With such deep schemes, why couldn't they trap her man, oh my!
Naturally, Lian Xinying did not take the five yuan from the bodyguard.
The nature of his work proved that the money he earned was hard-fought for his life; even if it was just ten cents, Lian Xinying couldn't bear to take it for nothing!
