After Jiang Zhiyi got on the bus, he patted his pockets and then remembered he hadn't brought any change. He then looked at Shen Weiyi pleadingly, "Sis, I forgot to bring change. Could you help me with it?"
Shen Weiyi said, "If you don't have money, then get off."
Jiang Zhiyi tugged at her sleeve, his innocent peach-blossom eyes gazing at her pitifully as he whispered, "Help me out, please? I'll treat you to lunch later."
"Not helping," Shen Weiyi refused coldly.
Jiang Zhiyi's handsome face fell, his shoulders drooping and the corners of his eyes sagging as he looked at her with a mournful expression, "Why have you become so unapproachable lately?"
She wasn't like this before.
She had been willing to give him a watch worth twenty thousand yuan before, but now she wouldn't even lend him two yuan.
Do girls change their minds this quickly?
