Who would have thought this guy would take it upon himself to let Zhong Ming call for a taxi.
She wanted to thank Zhong Ming and invite them to dinner, and she couldn't argue, but spending eighty yuan on a taxi was just too wasteful.
Ye Qingfeng got out of the car and casually glanced around, surrounded by some old buildings.
This place seemed like a rather inconspicuous town, far from the capital Yanjing.
Ye Qingfeng only took a brief look and then withdrew his gaze. He could tell that Zhao Zhiruo must not have much money, and certainly wasn't living in any high-end place.
However, Ye Qingfeng definitely didn't care about these things.
"Let's go," Zhao Zhiruo took the lead, her head lowered, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.
She wasn't normally the type to feel inferior because of poverty, but in front of Ye Qingfeng, she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
She could feel Ye Qingfeng's proud demeanor, and he was quite handsome, even though she didn't like Ye Qingfeng.
