Consumption for tonight was all on a private tab, but it was still discounted by fifty percent.
She checked everything carefully, grabbed the invoice, and turned to leave.
Wu Qing, who had been sitting on the sofa the whole time, felt his good intentions were treated like a donkey's liver and lungs, and he was fidgeting restlessly.
"Miss Sun, the great beauty, wait a moment."
Sun Qing stopped in her tracks, standing at the doorway of the private room, frowning at him.
Wu Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a mischievous lick of his lips, he stood up with a smirk. Casually grabbing a glass of wine from the table, he sauntered over to her side, leaned in, and whispered in her ear with a chilling smile.
"He said he loves you, and you believe him?"
Sun Qing stepped back, her face where his breath had touched felt somewhat warm.
"Why wouldn't I believe him?"
With that, she strode towards the exit.
