"That kid used to max out my cards in Paris, too," Chen Yiran said with a smile. "Just think of it as him repaying my debt."
"Oh, okay." Tianxin nodded her head and after cooing a few more words with Chen Yiran, she finally hung up the phone.
Chen Xinming sat in his seat, watching Tianxin hang up the phone before he cautiously spoke up: "Little Aunt, my uncle didn't say anything about me, did he?"
"Not at all," Tianxin shook her head. "He just said that he knew about what happened five years ago."
"That..." Sweat instantly burst from Chen Xinming's forehead like a waterfall.
"Big nephew, are you alright? Why are you sweating so much?" Tianxin looked at him with puzzled eyes and handed him a wet wipe, saying, "Here, wipe it off."
"Hehe, no problem, no problem, it's just... wearing a suit, it's hot..." Chen Xinming nervously accepted the wet wipe from Tianxin's hand, wiped his forehead, and then said to her: "Little Aunt, have you finished eating? If you have, let's go."
