"You're only twenty-five and you graduated five years ago? You must be some kind of child prodigy!" I still couldn't trust him, which wasn't really my fault. The impression he gave and the way he acted were just too different for me to accept.
"I was just really good at math, skipped two grades in high school," he explained earnestly, obviously very afraid I wouldn't believe him. "I'm not lying to you, Xiao Xin."
"Not lying to me?" I looked at him skeptically. "You paid for Lin Zefeng's bill, using such a fancy wallet. You must be rich, right?"
"Just average." He was sweating on his nose, looking nervously at me. I must admit, my vanity was rather satisfied, especially after being treated roughly by Lin Zefeng.
But—
"Then why do you dress like this, afraid I might be after your money?" This was a blow to my self-esteem. Do all wealthy men guard against others? And must poor women surely love men for their money? I don't! I believe there are many others who feel the same way!