The night was deep, and Tang Xiaorou drove back to the villa.
"Why are you back so late today?" Ye Xuan asked, sitting on the sofa and munching on an apple.
"Mind your own business!" Tang Xiaorou snorted coldly, took off her sneakers, and put on a pair of cotton slippers.
"Tch, I couldn't care less about you." Ye Xuan couldn't help but shake his head, turned around, looked at the disheveled Tang Xiaorou, and asked in a low voice, "Were you racing?"
"So what if I was? What's it to you?" Tang Xiaorou huffed impatiently, saying coldly, "Don't think that just because we had something happen between us, you can really be my boyfriend."
Ye Xuan ignored Tang Xiaorou.
Tang Xiaorou snorted, "Don't forget your status, you're just a security guard. With a monthly salary of a few thousand Flame Coins, even if something really happened between us, we can't be together."
"..."
Ye Xuan was dumbstruck, immediately at a loss.
What on earth is she talking about?
