"Then why start a business? I think a host club is more suited to you," Fang Zhihan said in a cold and nasty tone.
A host club was a place for male escorts.
"Just because I rely on my face to make money, you don't need to treat me like an escort for rich old ladies," the man complained.
He then softened his voice and asked, "What are you doing in Baiyang City anyway? Are you visiting your old army unit?"
"Hey, Mr. Retired Army Officer, you also have a share in this business..."
Before the man finished talking, Fang Zhihan directly hung up the phone; the cold aura around him ever-present.
[What a nasty person!!] Yu Gangan glared at Fang Zhihan.
The man's deep eyes were like a vast black sky that drew in a person's soul. So, it didn't take long before Yu Gangan let her guard down and decided to have a proper discussion with him, "Speak, what do you want?"
