"What's wrong?"
Wang Xiaoyu hadn't heard the voice on the phone, so she asked.
"Oh, that? She had something urgent come up and went back first. She asked me to take you home." Jiang Siming casually made up an excuse.
"I see. Then, Mr. Jiang, if you have something to do, you should go back first. I can get home by myself. It's fine, really."
"How could I do that? I wouldn't feel at ease letting a girl go home alone. Besides, Yiyi assigned me the task of taking you home. You can't expect me to go back and report that I failed the mission, can you? They'll make me kneel on a washboard."
Jiang Siming put on a frightened expression, making himself sound like he had a terribly low standing at home.
Wang Xiaoyu believed him, thinking that Jiang Siming really did have a low position in his family. Her heart immediately softened.
Wow, even such an outstanding man has such a low status at home? If he were my boyfriend, I'd definitely spoil him rotten.
"All right, then. I'll call a cab."
Wang Xiaoyu took out her phone to hail a car. If she had been alone, she definitely wouldn't have been willing to take a cab.
Taxis were so expensive. In Shanghai, the starting fare was fifteen yuan. She couldn't bring herself to spend that much—it was enough to buy half a kilogram of pork.
But Jiang Siming was beside her now. No matter what, she couldn't bring herself to make the World's Richest Man ride the bus or squeeze onto the subway with her.
Unfortunately, there had just been far too many people here, and countless others were also trying to hail cabs. When Wang Xiaoyu saw that there were still twenty-two people ahead of her