"Enough, have you come to put on a show in front of me?"
"One playing the good cop, one the bad." Yu Ting added another sentence, her gaze toward them bland to the point of chilling.
Really can't understand, how is it their business how I spend my money? Do I, spending my own money, first need to ask you two, 'What do you think? Can I spend it?'
At times like this, Mr. Xu, who plays the good cop, falls silent, leaving it to the man beside him to speak.
"We're just trying to point you to a fortune out of goodwill. We play this game much more than you do, and we understand it much more than you do. We're just trying to help you."
He began to defend his words, posing a stiff and forced excuse.
The game next door continued. Yu Ting, listening, turned her body sideways, leaned her leg on the table, and stared at the man with her arms crossed. "Hold back your pretentious sympathy. Do you see me addressing you?"
