Nian Yuyu looked up at Chu You and seriously retorted, "Where is it too much?"
"One gift per person."
Chu You hooked the corner of his lips and chuckled, "Fortunately, my own situation is still okay."
He closed the car door, took Nian Yuyu's hand, and walked towards the restaurant entrance, handing the car keys to the doorman who came up to them.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
There was a hint of mischief in Chu You's crisp voice, "Otherwise, it really seems like you…" He paused, then uttered three words, "are keeping me."
Chu You didn't intentionally lower his voice, so another doorman at the entrance heard what he said and looked surprised.
Nian Yuyu didn't expect him to bring this up again and glared at him with her cheeks burning.
Chu You teased her by curling his finger in the palm of her hand, his tone mocking, "If I ever become unemployed, I'll have to rely on you to support me."