She agreed and stuffed the cash into Zong Qi's hand. 'Compared to Ye Rong and the others, I'm so poor.' But Chen Jiao couldn't use that other money. She'd feel too guilty spending it.
Zong Qi pocketed the cash and left the film set without another word. After grabbing a bite to eat nearby, he went to Chen Jiao's hotel to check her out.
While helping Chen Jiao pack her luggage, Zong Qi inevitably saw the suitcase. For someone who had spent years living on a knife's edge, the mere mention of that rolling suitcase was enough to give Zong Qi a faint idea of what was going on.
Combined with what Ye Rong and the others had said last night, Zong Qi understood things even better. 'So, if Chen Jiao has so much money, why did she look so pained when she was paying my salary?'
'Zong Qi couldn't figure it out. But that was fine. He'd find out sooner or later.'
