Iris drove back to her apartment in her second-hand Chevrolet.
The origin of this car was quite interesting.
The day before Iris officially started work, Charles said her custom-made tennis racket was ready and he would give it to her as a welcome gift.
When she received it, the racket was in a silver-gray nylon racket bag, and there was a heavy 'accessory' hanging on the zipper—a car key.
Iris couldn't even recognize what kind of car key it was; she did not know much about luxury cars.
"This isn't some kind of surprise you're preparing, is it?!" Iris's eyes widened: "That's too..."
She instinctively wanted to say it was too cheesy.
But just as the words were about to leave her mouth, she suddenly had a strong feeling—she shouldn't say that.
She thought it was cheesy because it was
