"Chen Rui, what's wrong with you?"
It wasn't until she was about to go home that I grabbed her hand and couldn't help but ask.
"I, I'm fine."
"Oh, right, I'm going to do a part-time job this weekend, trying to earn money to pay you back as soon as possible."
She hesitated for a moment, suddenly looked up, and gave me a serious, earnest look.
"You're not going to work part-time at a nightclub again, are you? I already said, you don't need to pay me back."
I realized something and quickly said.
"Yes, I went there, but I had no choice."
"I used to think you were just like me, but I didn't expect you to be a rich second generation."
"A woman like me is not good enough for you, so you better not come looking for me again."
As she spoke, she turned her face to the side, tears welling up in her eyes.
