Everyone's mouth was agape; no one had expected such a result.
By this time, Qin Fang had already come back, bent down to pick up the stack of money on the table, and with a chuckle, patted the young man's shoulder as he said, "Buddy, thanks..."
He walked away with an unhurried air under the stunned gazes of the youths, and even ordered a latte for both Ning Yumo and himself.
"What the fuck, that works?"
Now those youths had finally snapped back to reality, beating their chests and stamping their feet, lamenting why they hadn't been as straightforward, instead of beating around the bush...
That was not Qin Fang's concern; he just wanted to tease these lads who had dared to joke about Sister Ning like that, really asking for trouble!
"You're really too bad..."
Qin Fang sat down, and Ning Yumo said with a smile.
