Jiayi's face flushed red, "Then..."
"Just hold onto the bank card. Since you can't afford it, why force it? I've said it before, poor people shouldn't talk about integrity; they don't have that privilege," Huo Zhenyang said with a hint of sarcasm.
Jiayi bit her lip, "But my mom insists on paying the rent. And..." she paused before continuing, "If you don't accept it, I'm afraid my mom will misunderstand our relationship, after all, this house is so expensive..."
Huo Zhenyang raised his eyebrows, amused for some reason, "Calling you stupid is an insult to your intelligence. If the card is in your hand, how would your mom know?"
Jiayi felt a shame-filled blush fly up her nose at being scolded by the man.
She was like a flower bud filled with liquor, tender and lovely.
Especially in that maid outfit. It was particularly evocative.
His eyes darkened as if extinguishing a flame.
Damn it.
Previously, he would only react when they were close.
