The young girl tapped the Bentley's steering wheel where the 'B' for Bentley formed an angel's wings: "Making purchases when she's out."
The man, with a not-quite-smiling expression, flicked his cigarette ash. She couldn't spend much, as she preferred to live simply every day.
"Why won't you come home?" she asked.
Xu Jingxi leaned against the railing, observing the silent men and women inside the room, all of whom wore expressions of dread toward him, daring not to move a muscle.
The man raised an eyebrow: "Did you hear that?"
"I heard, some girls were laughing," she stated frankly.
The tone of her voice dropped, revealing unhappiness and grievance.
"Yingying, hold back your jealousy a bit."
But unbeknownst to him, once Leh Ying started, she couldn't stop, like a dam bursting open.
"And you," she retorted, "you have someone watch over me every day, it's only just short of staying in my room."
