"I don't want to go." An Yin's delicate face held a touch of seriousness.
The young girl's eyes showed a hint of stubbornness. Bao Shaojin didn't want to force her, so he didn't bring up the matter again.
Before dinner, the aunt had finished brewing the traditional medicine. Shortly after drinking it, the two had dinner together, and afterward, the man personally drove her to work.
As the car was on the road, An Yin glanced at her phone and noticed the transfer she sent him wasn't accepted. She turned to look at the man, "Please accept the WeChat transfer; my mom said it's necessary to give this to you."
Bao Shaojin's cold hands gripped the steering wheel, his eyes deep and mysterious. Whether it was An Yin or her mother, they were always meticulous when it came to money.
