Seeing Song Bing actually interested in those garish women standing at the hotel entrance, Jin Zhiya immediately felt displeased.
She looked up at Wu Bin with a sincere face.
"That bar is no good, it's clearly a rip-off; don't go there."
Wu Bin: ...
Is it the bar you think is no good?
You clearly think it's those women standing at the entrance who are no good!
Before Wu Bin could say anything, Song Bing spoke up first.
"That's right, Wu, you're different from us; you have two beautiful women accompanying you. Those lower-class bars really aren't suitable for you."
"How about this, since there is still some time before the concert begins, why don't we split up and do our own thing?"
A group of hot-blooded young men from the Agricultural University raised their hands in support, one after another.
Wu Bin glared at Song Bing.
[Fine, fine, fine, you're selling me out, aren't you?]
Song Bing hurriedly responded with his eyes.
