It wasn't just talk; she meant it. She grabbed her bag and headed for the exit.
"Don't—"
Zhou Chi rushed forward, clutching the hem of Shen Wan's skirt.
"Are you going to talk now?"
"...I will."
Shen Wan swayed to his side and assumed a patient listening posture.
Zhou Chi withdrew his hand, his expression embarrassed. "A gang of thugs teamed up to drug a young lady. I caught them in the act. It didn't work out, but they've been causing trouble at the bar for two weeks now. Today was the first time they got physical."
"At a bar?" Shen Wan caught the crucial information, her brow furrowing.
"Yes."
"Is this your so-called new job?"
Zhou Chi nodded, his tone subdued.
Shen Wan glanced at him. "Which bar?"
"Night Paris."
"As a... host?"
Zhou Chi's cheeks turned red, and he coughed. "You... don't make things up! I'm just a waiter! I'm not involved in that kind of business!"
