Some vomit splashed onto the shoes.
"I'm... I'm so sorry!"
The wealthy woman, rubbing her brow, hurriedly apologized, obviously having had too much to drink as she wobbled unsteadily.
[Thanks to Mother Nature for the delivery, takeout just came to the door, let's eat! Let's eat!]
Lin Baici casually steadied the wealthy woman's arm as Eater God's comment made him raise an eyebrow.
Because women that Eater God talked about like that were always worth tasting.
"I'll pay you!"
The wealthy woman opened the Chanel bag slung over her left shoulder, took out her wallet, didn't even count, drew out a thick stack of cash, and handed it to Lin Baici.
It was at least seven or eight thousand.
"No need to compensate!"
The wealthy woman had a good attitude, and Lin Baici had no intention to claim compensation in the first place.
"Be careful!"
Lin Baici released his hold on the wealthy woman's arm.
One had to say, Eater God's taste was truly spot-on.
