By the time Chu Zhiyi got home, she was rubbing her head with an aching heart.
On the car ride earlier, Yan Jingting had quite righteously demanded that she deposit any extra money into that bank card in the future.
Chu Zhiyi, wanting to repay the ten billion Yan Jingting gave her first, had no choice but to agree.
The thought of the money that hadn't even reached her hands before being given to someone else, how could Chu Zhiyi not feel heartache?
Rong Yue saw her less than happy expression and couldn't help but walk over and ask, "Zhizhi, what's wrong? Didn't you go to attend your grandma's birthday today?"
"Grandma, I'm fine," Chu Zhiyi quickly said with a smile, shaking her head, "I felt a bit uncomfortable in my stomach after eating and then riding in the car."
Rong Yue chuckled, "You're such a grown-up now, still able to eat yourself into a stupor."
Chu Zhiyi's face showed a shy look.