Song Jiaqi blocked the door with her hand and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Do I need that bit of money from you?" Ye Yang frowned and said, "No need, I don't carry cash, and I wouldn't know where to put it even if you gave it to me."
"...No, it's not about whether you need it or not. I owe you, so I definitely have to pay you back to feel comfortable—"
"I'm uncomfortable!" Ye Yang said seriously, "Don't bring up this matter again. You bought stuff from my home; it's only right that I pay for it. Goodbye."
With a "bang," the door closed, leaving Song Jiaqi outside.
She looked at the money in her hand, wanting to say something to the person behind the door, but in the end, she swallowed her words and muttered, "…Fine! If you don't want it, you don't want it. I'll save some money instead!"
Indeed, the guy's a big star, earning millions in a flash; he wouldn't care about this small amount of money.
She treated it like a treasure, but never mind if he doesn't want it!
