"Dad…" She wanted to tell her father not to do it, but she couldn't find a good reason to persuade him.
After her hesitation, Xia Ling confirmed her fears. "This money is the pianist's tip, right?"
Nangong Bohai looked at her more disdainfully. This girl really led the life of a whore and expected a monument to her chastity. She was probably afraid that people would say that she accepted a breakup fee and the humiliation of it. Whatever, as long as she was willing to leave Li Lei, it didn't matter if the money was considered a pianist's tip or a breakup fee. Thus, he said, "That's right. It's a tip for the pianist."
Xia Ling stretched out her white graceful fingers, gently picked up the card, and handed it to the man who had just walked over. "You should quickly thank Mr. Nangong. This is a tip for you."
"What?!"
"What?!"
"Rubbish!"
