The luxury car looked to be worth several million, and Ye Xi felt she had nothing particularly valuable to covet, so she agreed to the arrangement.
Dai Ning followed Ye Xi up the stairs.
As soon as the door opened, Dai Ning's delicate brows furrowed.
She hadn't expected Ye Xi's apartment to be so small, a tiny living room—could one even turn around in it?
Of course, having been born with a silver spoon in her mouth, Dai Ning had never seen such a small abode.
But although the apartment was small, it was very clean and comfortable, with a faint scent of jasmine that was quite agreeable.
After inviting her to sit down, Ye Xi brought over a cup of tea for Dai Ning.
Dai Ning took the tea and put it aside, smiling as she asked, "May I call you Xiaoxi?"
Ye Xi paused for a moment, then nodded, "Sure."
After all, the woman was older; it was not inappropriate to address her in such a familiar way.
