"No, no, no, Sister Yue, there's really no need for that," Zhang Yang repeatedly shook his head.
"Quit your babbling. If you're not going to name a figure, then..."
"Wait, I'll talk, I'll talk," Zhang Yang got scared and hurriedly spoke.
Thirty thousand yuan was indeed frightening. If Xiao Man found out, he wouldn't know how to explain it.
"Alright, you speak. But don't go too crazy with it. Although Sister doesn't lack money, I don't want you to go bad just because you have money."
Coming across such a generous sugar mama, Zhang Yang didn't know what to say.
Was he really being kept just like that?
"How about 520 then, it's kind of meaningful," Zhang Yang chuckled.
"What? Are you looking down on me? What's this 520 talk? I'm not one of those naive little girls, not keen on this. Let's start over," Cheng Yue immediately rejected Zhang Yang's suggestion.
"Then how about 1314? That's a nice number too," Zhang Yang looked at Cheng Yue with hope.
