Lin Baici pulled out a bottle of water and a piece of chocolate and tossed them to Fang Wen.
"Thanks, boss!"
Fang Wen thanked him first before unscrewing the cap and taking a couple of sips.
Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Tong froze, blankly staring at the Farmer's Spring water in her hand, then turned to look at the eyes around her that longed for just a sip, suddenly realizing the value of what usually cost just two yuan.
It could make the normally rough and domineering Fang Wen humble and deferential.
Zhao Tong's gaze shifted to Lin Baici.
Huh?
Have I seen this young man somewhere before?
The time Lin Baici spent in the elevator totaled less than thirty seconds, so Zhao Tong's recollection wasn't clear, especially since her targets were the wealthy, not a college student brought to Palm Harbor by a friend to broaden his horizons.
"After you've wet your whistle, keep talking!"
Lin Baici urged.
"Oh!"
