Duan Xingzhi smiled, but it was a very forced smile. His tone sounded quite relaxed, even with a hint of a joke, "This is the first time I've heard someone say they're not a sentimental person."
"I just don't want to lie."
Duan Xingzhi nodded, "Alright, since you want to give, then give it."
"How much?"
Duan Xingzhi named an amount, and Bai Zhi transferred the money to him via WeChat.
Looking at his phone, Duan Xingzhi asked, "Is this what you call settling old scores?"
"Isn't this pretty good?"
"It is. You should rest well. I'm leaving."
"Okay."
Bai Zhi didn't see him out. She only slowly closed her eyes when she heard the door close from outside.
After leaving her apartment complex, Duan Xingzhi sat in his car, but he had no intention of leaving. He somehow found a pack of cigarettes, took one out, lit it, and took a deep drag.
