Villa districts like this one generally lacked bus stops and taxis, so Zhou Ming had walked for quite a while before he finally saw a taxi appear before him.
Cheng Yi was very generous, tipping more than what he earned in two weeks. Sitting in the taxi, Zhou Ming's mind was filled with the words Cheng Yi had said just now.
He lit a cigarette, the taste of nicotine wafting through the air with a hint of bitterness, yet so refreshing.
How could he not know the gap between himself and Jiang Yurou?
The time he had spent with Jiang Yurou counted as some of the happiest moments of his life, who wouldn't like a girl as radiant as the sun?
But it was precisely because he was so aware of the distance between them that Zhou Ming had been trying hard to keep his rationality.
