"So wealthy, huh?" Pan Xiaoxia gave Yang Fan a playful glance, spreading her palm and saying, "Okay then, give me ten thousand, and tonight you can do whatever you want with me—I'm all yours. Are you willing?"
"Willing, what's there to be unwilling about? For you, I'd be willing to spend my entire fortune," Yang Fan replied.
Since it was all to be returned to Pan Xiaoxia eventually, he felt no pressure spending it.
Pan Xiaoxia let out a tsk, her head shaking like a bobblehead doll, "You talk big like it's nothing at all. If you're so capable, show me the money. As long as the money is right, I'd strip right now if you ask."
"You mean that?" Yang Fan's interest was piqued.
"Yes, I mean it. This lady is fair and square in business, my word is as good as my spit and a nail!" Pan Xiaoxia said proudly with her chin up, "As long as you pay, tonight I'll follow your every command."
She was convinced Yang Fan was just boasting, but Yang Fan actually made the transfer.