Bo Yanching's thin lips curled up slightly, showing a bit of proud indulgence yet acceptance.
"That Miss Lu instructed that all of tonight's losses, including her handbag, are to be paid for by Master Bo."
The Manager rubbed his hands, his voice getting softer as he spoke until his chin almost touched his bowtie, fearing that if the mob boss were displeased, it wouldn't just be a matter of compensating for losses—the store could be finished.
However, Bo Yanching surprisingly kept his temper and gave Han Chuan a look.
Two minutes later, the bill was paid by card, and twenty minutes after that, the new handbag was delivered into Lu Zhenzhen's hands.
The car drove to the hospital.
Bo Yanching glanced out the window and his thin lips parted slightly, "Take off your clothes."
