When they arrived at the entrance of the Yanyu Tianfu villa complex, Jiang Yan got out of the car and walked away without a second glance.
Forget the fifty yuan—she didn't even pay for the rideshare. This once again refreshed Su Xuan's opinion of her.
But Su Xuan wasn't in a hurry. Since Jiang Yan worked as a saleswoman at Yanyu Tianfu, she was his employee. What was there to be anxious about?
Seeing Su Xuan following her, Jiang Yan assumed he was after his money. "Su Xuan, can you not be so shameless?" she said, turning her head. "Are you that desperate for fifty yuan?"
"Not at all," Su Xuan replied calmly. "When I hand out red envelopes, I do so in increments of one hundred thousand yuan. I'm really not hurting for fifty."
"Tsk, tsk. Giving out one hundred thousand at a time? Just listen to you brag!"
Jiang Yan shot him a cold look, then quickened her pace and entered the sales hall.
Su Xuan followed her inside.
