Hugging the shoebox containing The Worship of Crystal, Yvonne trembled. She felt that everything was better with Darryl around. The Worship of Crystal represented her current feelings toward Darryl—as clear as crystal.

As her father was next to her, she resisted the urge to hug and give Darryl a kiss. She replied softly, “Darryl, since you’ve given me this, let me buy you dinner! The two are of a huge difference, you won’t say no to me right?” She was right, the shoes cost a hundred million, how much does dinner cost?

However, her main purpose in buying Darryl dinner has more to do with spending more time with him than thanking him. As long as she could spend another hour with him, she would be happy.

Darryl thought for a while, then laughed and nodded, “Ok!”

Since he currently had nothing to do, he did not mind accompanying her for a while.

Just when they were about to leave, Darryl’s phone rang.

Who would be such a killjoy?

He grumbled and fished his phone out—it was Megan.