Li Qiao listened to his aggrieved complaints and lowered her head to rub her forehead.
Strictly speaking, if the Seven Sons hadn't each gone their separate ways back then, Anyao might have really become one of their companions.
Seeing that she was silent, Anyao sneaked out his phone to access mobile banking, preparing to return the car payment back to where it came from.
"You said it yourself, just a 'reservist.'" Li Qiao wouldn't miss his little trick, and with raised eyebrows, she teased Anyao, making it clear that the deal was done, with no money owed on either side.
Anyao, his mood soured, hung his head and stuffed his phone back into his pocket, then turned to look at the Ferrari F8 with a huff and muttered, "I've never seen anyone as nitpicky as you."
Is that how you use the word 'nitpicky'?
Li Qiao glanced at him, a faint smile curving her lips, "Buy you a drink?"
