Gu Yan narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help feeling a bit relieved on Yige's behalf.
"Sister Xiao Yi, I actually have a few apartments under my name you could live in. Just pick one and move in. Why bother going through all the hassle of buying? I can't live in all of them by myself anyway." The car pulled up in front of a well‑known real estate agency, and Gu Yan spoke while looking at Yige through the rearview mirror.
Yige raised her brows. "Are you showing off your wealth to me right now?"
"Me, showing off? I'm the poorest among the few of us, okay? Ugh, I'm so poor, why am I this poor?"
"...Drop the act!" Tang Yige rolled her eyes. "Don't think I don't know. Just this car alone is worth tens of millions, and that steering wheel you're holding is probably worth over a million. You're the real invisible rich guy among us! And you're here whining about being broke!"
Gu Yan gave a cheeky grin. "Aiya, you saw through me."
Tang Yige, "..."
