For this kind of rich second-generation, she was also very curious, wanting to know what their lives were like.
"Of course, it's a place where you can keep moving!" Zhao Yu said mysteriously.
"Ah?" Jingjing's face stiffened, "Brother, I'm not that kind of person..."
She clearly misunderstood, thinking that Zhao Yu wanted to take her to a hotel.
"What are you talking about?"
Zhao Yu drove the car a short distance further and stopped at the entrance of a large shopping mall.
With a smile, he said, "I made you eat so much, to compensate, everything you can carry with your hands today is on me—I'll pick up the tab!"
"This is..."
Jingjing looked at the mall in front of her, astonished. This was the high-end mall she had longed for, a place she hadn't even dared to enter before. Even if she did go in with some friends to bolster her courage, she would only dare to look and not touch.