Zhao Xiaotian was at a loss for words. It seemed that in Africa, MM didn't size up handsome men by their face but by their robust and sturdy bodies? Just as he was about to sarcastically retort and regain some face, he heard Zhao Xiaoqing say, "Xiaotian, who was it that called me just now? How did you get mixed up with them?"
Zhao Xiaotian replied irritably, "Didn't I explain it over the phone? It was just a street punk, and when a police car passed by there, they ran away. Oh, right, you didn't actually bring money with you, did you?"
Zhao Xiaoqing rolled her eyes and said, "Where would I get that much money? I spent almost all of it last month buying this LV bag." She then showed off an LV bag slung over her shoulder.
Zhao Xiaotian said, "If you didn't have money, then why did you come? To let them bully you? Idiot!"
