"If you drink this, I'll let your friend go."
That man stared at Song Yao with undisguised desire.
Many people noticed this.
However, when the people who wanted to help these two waitresses saw a handsome man in a black silk shirt with curly hair sitting opposite them, they dismissed this thought.
It was Fu Yanbai.
The young master of the Fu Corporation.
"Give me some face, Miss Song. Don't tell me that you and your friend don't want to work here anymore?"
The man said with a malicious smile.
Even though Song Yao's name tag had a fake name, he still called her 'Miss Song'.
It was obvious that they were old acquaintances.
Song Yao pursed her lips and felt Fu Yanbai's gaze on her. She smirked slightly.
Then, she reached for the wine on the table.
However, in the next moment, the other fair hand picked up the glass even faster.
Her clear and casual voice sounded lazily.
