"I just gave you a huge help," Yu Xiaonan spoke with feigned innocence. Seeing that Xia You did not show the slightest bit of tearful gratitude, he casually tossed her some money.
"If you're going to help, you might as well do it thoroughly," Xia You said. The courtyard was only lit by a dim wall lamp, making her face seem as if veiled by a thin gauze, quite surreal. But Yu Xiaonan dared not truly lift that veil, as it seemed uncovering Xia You's current expression might bring about some misfortune.
"Helping others is the source of many worries. I better eat something, drink something, and have a good rest at home," Yu Xiaonan was already enticed by the aromatic scent of the Italian bacon pasta coming from inside, saliva almost drooling from his mouth, an impatient look on his face.
