The taxi arrived at the bar.
Qin Zhou casually tossed two 100-yuan bills at the driver and grabbed Liang Yin by the collar as he got out of the car.
Liang Yin instantly felt that despite her 1.8-meter height, she felt about as tall as a bunny beside Qin Zhou.
She said weakly, "Don't grab me. I can walk on my own."
"Oh? I thought you're so frightened you've gone weak in the knees."
"I didn't go weak in the knees!"
"Then why were you shivering like you did in the car?"
There was a long pause. "It's cold."
Qin Zhou glanced at her with a confused expression. Suddenly, he smiled, revealing his white teeth.
Liang Yin glanced at him and asked curiously, "Are you handling this alone?"
"How many others do you need otherwise?"
"The other party has more people. Will they bully you given you're alone?"
Qin Zhou snorted softly.
