"Okay, hang in there, I'm on my way."
Zhou Qing said to the taxi driver, "Head to Juyou Restaurant, please hurry."
Then, he took out a hundred-yuan bill and placed it on the front passenger seat. The driver's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he floored the accelerator. The car shot through the night like an arrow released from its bow...
In less than 10 minutes, Zhou Qing had already arrived at the entrance of Juyou Restaurant.
Just as he was about to enter, he saw a man with a large belly holding Wang Fang as they walked out.
At this moment, Wang Fang's eyes were blurry, her cheeks flushed with color, her steps unsteady, and she was almost completely leaning on the fat man for support.
She seemed to have no strength left at all.
Zhou Qing hurried to the front of the fat man, grabbed Wang Fang's hand, and pulled her to his side.
The fat man's face changed and, pointing at Zhou Qing, he barked, "Who the hell are you? What do you want?"
