Her mentality was a bit strange. She was the one who had willingly given him up, yet now that someone else saw his worth, she felt bitter.
Seeing nothing on Huang Lingyu's smooth, jade-like wrist, she couldn't help but sneer, "Huang Lingyu, why didn't you have Zheng Lei bring you to a place like this? I guess you don't fleece your own friends, huh."
Huang Lingyu's face instantly turned pale. She quickly looked at Yang Hui, as if to explain that she wasn't that kind of person.
Lin Yu's implication was that Huang Lingyu wanted to buy jewelry but was saving Zheng Lei's money, so she came to fleece Yang Hui instead. Yang Hui just smiled. He knew, of course, that wasn't Huang Lingyu's intention. It was his idea to come here in the first place. Besides, he had a strange quirk: the less a woman wanted from him, the more he wanted to give her. If she were the type to actually ask for things, he wouldn't part with a single cent.
