"How much do you charge for a night?"
Han Jingnian hesitated for two seconds before he realized what this question implied, his face immediately turned grim.
Xia Wan'an, who was utterly drunk in the front seat, hadn't noticed any danger. She swung her legs back and forth, tilting her head back, and released another bright laughter at Han Jingnian: "Hey, Mister, would ten bucks be okay for the night?"
As she spoke, Xia Wan'an started counting on her fingers, "1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10..."
Then she held up seven tender and white fingers to Han Jingnian, "…See, this is ten, would ten bucks work for you? I can't pay more…"
For the first time in his life, Han Jingnian, who was being harassed on the streets, watched the drunk girl, breathed deeply twice, and then tightened his face and said in a low voice: "No need for money!"
