Having heard this, Song Yun stood up and looked down at He Zuo, who was shorter than him.
He Zuo sneered and took a check out of his pocket, believing firmly that there was nothing money couldn't fix in this world; if there was, it simply meant not enough money had been offered.
To a young man like Song Yun, who had probably been out in society for only a few years, one million would be enough to make him grateful and indebted. As for a girlfriend, what girlfriend? Women could be replaced, but once money was gone, it was gone.
"Here you..."
Before He Zuo could finish his sentence, his face was violently slapped.
Song Yun hadn't held back at all this time, and his voice instantly overpowered the music playing in the bar, drawing countless gazes to their area.
He Zuo sat weakly on the ground, his mouth opening as a tooth loosened and fell out.
He was stunned. Damn, in the Forty-nine City, someone dared to lay hands on him?
