"I'm already yours. Why are you still asking for a gift?" Ye Qianqian was indignant. "There isn't one for you!"
"That's fine with me. I'll just collect it on my own tonight," Shen Zhilie jovially replied. He was in a very good mood. After rounding a bend, he stopped the car in front of a large villa.
Ye Qianqian's face turned red when she heard him. Glaring at him, she cursed under her breath, "Damn scoundrel!"
"What's wrong? What on earth are you thinking? Did you call me a scoundrel? I wonder who the scoundrel is here!" With a look of faux disdain, Shen Zhilie unfastened his seat belt. "You may get out of the car now."
Ye Qianqian looked around. The surrounding environment was pleasant. In front of her was a grand and luxurious entrance to a villa. It looked like a comfortable place to live.
To be able to own a villa in the Capital…
Ye Qianqian bit her tongue and asked, "Is this where your family lives?"
