Dinner was Jiang Yitong's treat, costing over seven hundred yuan, and it pained her greatly.
After settling the bill and coming out, she tightly clutched her phone, as if doing so could retrieve the money she spent.
"Is this what it feels like to spend so much money at once?"
Jiang Yitong, being particularly sentimental, was savoring the feeling, then glanced at Lin Baici with a tone tinged with unexplainable emotions: "This is my first time!"
"What? The first time you treated a guy to dinner?"
Lin Baici retorted.
"Not the first time, it's the first time spending so much money!"
After finishing, perhaps afraid Lin might misunderstand, she explained quickly: "In high school and college, at the cafeteria when I met guys who helped pay the bill, I had to treat them back."
Afterwards, Jiang Yitong was not happy.
Why am I explaining this?
If he wants to misunderstand, let him. Why should I care?
"So, what should I say?"
Lin Baici joked: "I'm very honored to have your favor?"
