Chapter 128: The Little One Has Become Cunning

Fu Shiyan shook his phone, "One hundred thousand."

An Yan teased him with a playful smile, "I thought your face would have sufficed."

Fu Shiyan: "..."

An Yan held his hand, "To others, your money may be more useful than your face, but for me, your face is more useful than your money."

Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows, "Then I am truly touched."

"Of course," An Yan held his hand, "Let's go. Since the money has been spent, we should make the most of our time."

The two boarded the sunset observation car, and the staff locked the door.

From a distance, the observation car looked like a pumpkin, slowly ascending along the track.

Fu Shiyan stood behind An Yan, enveloping her in his arms with his chin resting on her hairline, both looking at the distant orange sky, as if soaked in an orange-flavored soda.