Shu Yun was seething with rage.
"And you, scram as far away from me as possible. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. Consider that seventy thousand yuan you invested as compensation for putting up with you," she said, her glare turning to Lu Zhaoyi.
"You!"
Lu Zhaoyi was furiously anxious.
Lin Bei swiftly held him back, saying, "Don't be impulsive, let's go outside first."
"But..."
"Trust me, I won't harm you."
"Okay."
After shooting Shu Yun a fierce glare, Lu Zhaoyi followed Lin Bei out of the hot and spicy soup restaurant.
"Hahaha..."
Laughter erupted throughout the shop at that moment.
"I actually thought it was those lavish gifts from Lin Bei, the soft rice man, to Lu Zhaoyi. It turns out it was just another show-off."
"No kidding, right? Showing off without even using their brain."
Hearing these words, Lu Zhaoyi's expression turned extremely dark.
