As the old saying goes, when you give someone a rose, the fragrance lingers on your hand.
But now, after all the trouble he'd gone to this morning, this girl had ruined everything with just a few sentences.
'Heh. By now, the crowd must have a crystal-clear memory of Chief Editor Xiao: an ungrateful wolf who coveted his savior's wife...'
Before Xiao Xuezhen could figure out how to salvage some dignity while the crowd was still around...
Sheng Leyun held out her small, grimy hands—hands that were used to constant labor, with old dirt caked under the nails—right in his face. "Mr. Xiao, that kind old lady who brought me here? While I was sleeping, she bought me a lot of snacks at the station."
"I don't think it's right for me to spend her money, since we're strangers. So, Mr. Xiao, are you going to pay for it for your new daughter?"
Xiao Xuezhen's head throbbed dully, as if being struck by a wooden mallet.
He pulled a ten-yuan bill from his pocket and shoved it at her.
