Chang Xuyu was not a utilitarian person, so she really couldn't understand why some people were so obsessed with making money. As if there was nothing meaningful in life besides earning money. That person was Yi Zhuo.
In the cozy little shop, the air conditioner blew warm air. The wooden floor and wallpaper were mostly brown. In the eyes of an art student, such a high-end gray color scheme made the environment look very upscale.
"Oh, there's one more thing he likes to do," Chang Xuyu said, gently sipping her hot milk tea and slowly adding, her fair skin flushed pink. This was the second day after she and Yi Zhuo had applied for divorce.
Yuan Zixu had just finished one project and, upon hearing about what happened with Jian Jiayue and Xuyu, was so angry she nearly fainted. Remembering that she had once tried to set them up, she regretted it deeply and rushed over to talk to Xuyu.
When the topic turned to Yi Zhuo, Chang Xuyu's mood remained low. She often spaced out and spoke slowly and carefully, as if introducing a work of art.
"Huh? What else does he like?" Yuan Zixu took a sip of iced fruit tea, her teeth aching from the cold, her eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
Chang Xuyu handed her a tissue, tapping her nails on the table absently. After thinking for a moment, she replied seriously, "He just likes making money, and then giving it to me or spending it on me."
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