Suddenly, Tang Yu noticed that Ye Sihan's gaze had fallen upon the shopping bags on the platform, his deep voice emotionless, "You bought quite a lot."
"Yes."
"Who bought them for you?"
"I... I did." Tang Yu didn't dare mention Yu Zhaohui.
Ye Sihan must surely despise her mother to the bone, and that hatred would spill over to her as well.
"By my estimate, these are worth over a hundred thousand. Where did you get the money?"
"It was the compensation you gave me before." Tang Yu's responses grew increasingly uneasy, wishing so much that Ye Sihan would stop asking.
Especially since Ye Sihan had his back to her, making it even harder to guess what he was thinking.
Just as she was thinking this, Ye Sihan turned around, his entire being exuding sharpness, his hawk-like black eyes gleaming coldly, "Do you need me to look into your spending records?"
Tang Yu took a step back subconsciously, frightened.