At that time, a woman who had come out with them approached with annoyance, asking in a sweet voice, "Yan bro, is your arm okay? This woman has gone mad, to dare——"
With a single chilling glance from Fu Yanlin, the woman froze halfway through, her hand suspended in mid-air. She dared not continue her sentence.
Fu Yanlin's thin lips parted slightly, "Get lost."
The woman looked as if she was on the verge of crying. Seeing this, Song Yu'en took out a stack of cash from his wallet and handed it to her, "Just get out of here."
"Mr. Song, it's not about money."
She wanted the man.
With the man, would money be a problem?
Fu Yanlin had visited Lantai countless times, but he never invited any girls for a drink. She wasn't sure whether he was too picky or had a cleanliness issue. It was rarely that she got a chance to catch a drunken Fu Yanlin staggering. They couldn't support him, and so they asked her to help. How could she miss such a golden opportunity?
