Yang Yu had already lost interest in Zhang Xiaohui, but since she was a woman he had once truly loved, it was impossible not to feel uneasy about seeing her again.
Thus, Yang Yu couldn't help but glance downstairs and saw Zhang Xiaohui clinging to an old man over fifty and acting coquettishly.
Big-bellied, with a fat face, this old man was as greasy as they come.
Not only was his body greasy, his attire was even greasier.
He wore a huge gold necklace around his neck, had large gold rings on his fingers, and even sported jade Buddha beads on his wrist, as if he was afraid people wouldn't know he was wealthy.
"Haha, no wonder you were so eager to break up with me. You found yourself a rich man," Yang Yu sneered twice, too lazy to bother anymore.
Zhang Xiaohui and the man hadn't noticed Yang Yu upstairs. Seeing Zhang Xiaohui's coquettish behavior, the old man turned to the saleswoman nearby and said, "My wife wants to take a look inside, open the door."
