After enjoying the quiet and gentle atmosphere for a while, seeing that it was getting late, Ji Xiaoxi got up from Gu Chengan's embrace and rang the bell to call the waiter to settle the bill, as she still had to go back and pack for the crew.
Noticing that Ji Xiaoxi didn't use his card, Gu Chengan felt a hint of doubt in his heart.
When he picked up Ji Xiaoxi from the park, her situation could almost be described as destitute, yet today's dinner obviously showed Ji Xiaoxi's earnest attention—at the most bustling location, in the most upscale restaurant, and she had instructed the waiter to pre-arrange the private room ahead of time.
The cost of this meal was considerable, not to mention that even the tips amount to two or three hundred US Dollars.
If she had two or three hundred US Dollars, would she still need to sleep on a park bench?
Where did she get the money?
