ar and went to the bank counter, quickly finishing the procedures and withdrawing all the cash from her account. Luckily, the Cheng family was a special VIP, so the bank staff didn't ask too many ques..."Are you here to drive me away, or are you just watching my humiliation" Though her tone was harsh, she still packed the apples Zhao Yizuo wanted for her.

"Neither." The shock of seeing her, and the thousand words that suddenly surged up inside him, all boiled down to these three words.

Sophie smiled and offered her the prepared apple. Unlike the smiles she gave to those who bought her fruit, this one was directed at her with a proud gleam: "One hundred."

This is simply outrageous, she only brought six apples and now wants a hundred dollars I just heard that she runs her business honestly, how come she's slapping herself in the face so quickly

Zhao Yizhen, as if possessed by a demon, truly pulled out a pink bill from his wallet and handed it to Sophie. Sophie genuinely didn't ask for her money back, seeming to accept it as perfectly natural.

Just as Zhao Yinan took over the bag for packing fruit, Sophie said, "My best friend is here, of course I have to treat you to coffee."

Zhao Yino didn't refuse either, so Sophie took it as her consent. She packed up her fruit stand, greeting the elderly woman beside her while not forgetting Zhao Yino: "Grandma, I'm going out with my best friend today, so I won't be setting up the stall today. If anyone asks, just tell them this!"

She also stressed the words "best friends," emphasizing them. In the past, Zhao Yino almost wanted to vomit when she heard those words, but today, she didn't feel anything at all. It was as if they had always been best friends in a normal way.

"Noah, where would you like to go for a drink My treat. Sweet Time or Color House" The two places she mentioned were high-end establishments frequented by the elite of City M.

Zhao Yizhao rarely went there, but he had still absorbed some of the atmosphere. That kind of place... Zhao Yizhao glanced at Sophie who was arranging her fruit stall, someone like Sophie who was only suited to being a lady, not someone selling fruits like this.

"How about I treat you this time" A sense of superiority, she didn't know where it came from, thought that her salary was still higher than Sophie's, so this time, she should be the one to pay.

She didn't know that what she considered empathy, what she thought of as 'thoughtfulness', appeared to Sophie as utter contempt. Unwittingly, she was deliberately drawing a line between herself and people like Sophie, ridiculing her and looking down on her from the depths of her being.

Her words were a veiled way of telling Sophie, "You still think you're the former young lady, don't you You still think you are that willful and capricious heiress of the Su family Now, you are just a pitiful single mother who has to make a living by selling things on the street!"

The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention. As for Zhao Yizuo, she thinks simply. She just wants the reward for her hard work to be able to reduce her living expenses a little bit.

Sophie sounded very impatient: "What's the matter You look down on me Do you think I can't afford it"

Zhao Yizhuo immediately knew that Sophie had misunderstood his meaning. She continued, "I just think we don't need to meet at such an expensive place. We should all save money where we can and reduce our living expenses right now."

“Not at all!” Sophie took off the black leather cord from her hair, and a cascade of beautiful black silk flowed down. Her dress today was also perfectly chosen - fair skin, crimson lips, completely out of place in this small market. She seemed like a pearl fallen into the desert, so dazzling, radiating beauty.

She still spoke to herself with such a forceful tone, just like she had used that same tone when she told him she liked Gu Wang back then. Her attitude towards others had changed, but towards Zhao Yizhen, she remained stubbornly unreasonable from beginning to end.

After some running around, the two of them arrived at a high-end club. A polite waiter with a standard Mandarin accent handed Zhao Yino a menu and asked, "Miss, what would you like to order"