As I stepped out of the room, I saw Fan Shaoming standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall by the doorway.
He was still dressed in black, which, even though wasn't a suit, still underscored his distinguished presence. He also wore a pair of large black sunglasses, which covered a good portion of his face when put on.
"If you're worried about being recognized, you don't have to go," Su Xiaoyue said, reaching out to take off his oversized sunglasses, "I'm just going to take a look tonight. I won't make a move."
"Places like that are where all walks of life converge; I don't feel at ease with you going there alone. Besides, you've signed the agreement, so you need to follow it." Fan Shaoming took back his sunglasses from her, put them on again, and then asked Su Xiaoyue, "How much cash did you bring?"
"I'm just going to look, not much."
"Do you have ten thousand yuan?"
