Qiao Yi was going to be the death of me. How I wished I could give her a hard kick in the ass.
I turned and glared at Xi Jinzhou.
“What kind of question was that anyway? Why do you care if I’ve ever fallen in love?”
“It was just a question. It’s truth or dare. You’re supposed to ask the hard questions.”
“Shouldn’t you be asking how much money I have in my bank account then?”
“I’m as rich as you are. I don’t care how much money you have,” Xi Jinzhou said sullenly. That was true. He was one of many heirs to a vast fortune. His brother was a rich property tycoon. He had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had no lack of money.