Chessboard Street. The mouth of an alley lined with white walls and black tiles.
A wintersweet branch reached over a low wall, hovering above Wang Ziyan's head, its faint fragrance perfuming the air.
Chen Yansen's reply was crude and blunt, yet it carried a certain fondness.
"You're so crude. You definitely don't have a girlfriend," Wang Ziyan said with certainty, the corners of her mouth turning down. Unhappiness was written all over her face.
"You're just a kid, what do you know? Here, for you. It's the top-of-the-line Orange C2."
Chen Yansen scoffed. As he spoke, he pulled a palm-sized box from his bag and tossed it to her.
"Thanks, Brother Jensen! I wish you a monthly income of ten million! Mom, Dad, and my brother are home, so you can just head on over."
Wang Ziyan's eyes curved into crescents as she beamed.
'Ten million a month?'
'Is she trying to curse me?'
Chen Yansen's expression darkened, and he reached out to take it back.
