The car left the San Juan area for a while.
Xu Jingxi, who had been sleeping to catch up on some rest, opened his eyes, turned his head, and lazily looked at the bag left on the seat belonging to the girl.
Chanel.
A very common brand, but she liked it.
She wasn't without money, but would only buy two tulips as if suffering a loss.
The man thought for a moment.
Schreyer was right, he should make up with her.
The little girl was young and still didn't understand things, only knew how to feel aggrieved and to run away. He was her man, and it was right to indulge her caprices and to yield to her.
But upon reflection, when had he ever not indulged her?
The man leaned back in his seat and slowly spoke, "You're right."
Normally when Schreyer was driving and heard such a sentence without understanding the context, he naturally didn't dare to ask out loud, and it took him a long time to figure out what it meant, what was right?
