My Sign-in Life in Douluo

This world was always full of helplessness. Where could you run? If you wanted to live the life you wanted, you had to shoulder something.

In front of the police station, Jiang Siming revealed a smile he had not worn in a long time—a smile from the heart.

Suddenly, a jade-like hand patted Jiang Siming, who was standing at the police station entrance grinning foolishly.

"Can I treat you to a meal?" Xue Yalin looked at Jiang Siming, who was grinning at empty air, as if she were looking at an idiot.

At a homestyle restaurant.

"My salary's limited, so I can't treat you to anything too fancy!" Xue Yalin said, somewhat embarrassed.

Jiang Siming realized she had misunderstood, thinking that since he drove a supercar, he must eat at high-end restaurants every day.

Forget high-end restaurants—Jiang Siming's past self had rarely even come to homestyle places like this.

To put it plainly, poverty had run through his entire life.

"It's fine. I'm not a picky eater," Jiang Siming said with a smile.

Xue Yalin looked at the sunny, handsome man before her and could not help feeling slightly surprised. It was not that Jiang Siming's good looks had captivated her.

It was because when she had looked at Jiang Siming before, she had always felt a gloomy aura about him. Now, however, he had become exceptionally sunny and confident.

In the noisy restaurant, the quiet atmosphere at Jiang Siming and Xue Yalin's table seemed completely out of place.

"Ask whatever you want to ask," Jiang Siming said with some amusement as he watched Xue Yalin glance at him from time to time, clearly holding something in until it hurt.

"Really? So you're going to tell me?" Xue Yalin said with a surprised smile.

"You can ask, but I won't