Fang Chixia trailed behind his steps from beginning to end and stayed glued only to him.
She followed him down the stairs and out of the hotel and encountered no one.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could breathe in, she caught a glimpse of Fang Rong who was talking on the phone with his back to her, not far away.
He’s actually still here?
At the same time, once Luo Yibei came out, he went straight to a private car which had already parked at the entrance of the hotel.
He opened the car door and stooped in. The black Rolls-Royce was preparing to drive out when Fang Chixia glanced in his direction and ran speedily towards his side.
“Wait a minute! Wait!” She stopped in the middle of the road, arms outstretched to stop the car from leaving. Then propped her arms up against the window.
The driver in front looked at her in consternation, his eyes turned stiffly to Luo Yibei behind him, waiting for his orders, “Master Luo, this….”
Luo Yibei closed his eyes, didn’t speak and kept his eyes closed.
After getting into the car, in order to avoid him throwing her out directly, she sat very close to the window and carefully kept a certain distance from him.
Luo Yibe’s closed eyes opened, his face which originally didn’t have the slightest expression seemed to cool a bit.
His eyes ran along the gap between the two, and slowly turned sideways to her face.
“Is there anything else?” The cold voice couldn’t reveal any emotion, as if, even a thousand years wouldn’t stir up waves on the surface of the lake.
She eyed him quietly but didn’t want to reveal she was hiding from a man. Her eyes moved left and right, smiled guiltily and made an excuse for herself. “I don’t know where I lost my wallet. My school is far away from here. Can you send me back? It might be on your way!”
On a second thought, feeling that this wasn’t convincing enough, she added, “When I get back, I can pay the fare!”
He didn’t have the look of someone who would go after such a meager amount. She said so certain that he shouldn’t agree.
Who knew, Luo Yibei took her words for it and answered, “How much?”
Fang Chixia choked on his words in an instant and suddenly turned silent.
Is it necessary to be so mean to her?
Chasing her for such a little fare while driving his Rolls-Royce, does he really mean it?
Luo Yibei’s eyes swept over her and two more words drifted out, “No money?”
“Who said that?” Even though she really doesn’t have much money, Fang Chixia didn’t want to show any weakness.
If only she were a nouveau riche so she could dig into her pockets, casually fish out a thick stack of RMB and hit him in the face, unfortunately….she is flat broke.
Fang Chixia was a poor student. Although the Fang family was quite wealthy, but as an adopted daughter, coupled with Fang Rong always leering at her, she didn’t dare often go home. So how much money does she have?
– Fang Chixia immediately wished she could take her words back .
Her pockets were so empty, what if he told her to pay first and walk later?
Fang Chixia looked at him quietly, praying that he would not ask.
As if he had read her mind, he replied, “Did I guess right?”
Fang Chixia, “…”