Song Xiao wore an expression that said, "I don't care who you are."
JOJO was fuming: "Go search who I am! You shouldn't be giving me money, I should be giving you money! Just consider last night as if I hired a gigolo!"
"Hilarious!" Song Xiao couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity.
Interesting.
In his many years of flitting from flower to flower, it was the first time he'd encountered a woman who not only wanted to give him money but also treated him as if he were a gigolo.
"Pay me? Can you afford a night with this young master?" Song Xiao asked with a sneer.
JOJO, wrapped in her blanket and puffing with anger, glanced around.
Seeing her purse on the ground, she moved like a shuffling dumpling, comically scooting over to it.
She pulled out a bank card from her bag.
In foreign countries, they hadn't yet embraced mobile payments; they either paid in cash or used cards.
JOJO rummaged through her bag and found a thousand US dollars, which she also took out.
