"A second-gen rich heir had been badgering me to modify his motorcycle, but I didn't agree because I didn't like the guy's character and knew he was not a real fan of motorcycles; he just wanted to show off. But he offered to pay 60,000 yuan."
"So, you agreed?"
"Yeah."
"Where's your pride?" Han Yueyao was piqued.
"Who can afford pride when you face daily expenses? Besides, I earned the money with my skills; I didn't do anything wrong."
"The problem is someone had paid the medical expense for me. You didn't have to pay it."
Han Yueyao was exasperated by the stubbornness of this wooden guy.
"I just don't want you to use Su Yu's money."
Han Yueyao: "…"
"Han Yueyao, please don't be Su Yu's girlfriend."
Hearing the frank request, Han Yueyao had a sour taste in her mouth.
On one hand, there was nothing between her and Su Yu. They were not even friends; they were just boss and employee.
