Lin Xiangwan stood up right away. "Sir, you've got the wrong idea. I don't do that! I was just singing on a whim. This is my friend's bar; I don't work here!"
The man looked at her for a moment as if to confirm the truth of her words.
However, he was persistent and stayed in place, staring at her, naming another figure. "One million, for one night!"
The man was well-dressed, his shoes shinning, not a speck of dust on them. His hair was carefully combed back.
There was an air of haughtiness on his face, as if he was drenched in an aura made of power and wealth.
Although the man's proposition was indecorous, his eyes were not lewd. In fact, he could be said to be quite the gentleman.
As a result, Xiangwan couldn't voice harsh words. For instance, she didn't want to curse at the man in front of her, nor could she really do so.
She simply shook her head with a chuckle.
