C12 Only two thousand five hundred

Swiftly yet at a loss, he ran under the sun. The long hair behind his head was scattered by the intense sensation of movement, as though it was a curtain. When the wind blew, his hair danced in the air.

Zhen Haolin stood up from the ground, his hand tightly holding onto Yu Ting who had fallen out of Xiang Tingxue's bag. She, this damned woman, actually dared to ignore his money and status