Yan Fangfei was in a panic, for she only knew that Su Xuan's cooking was delicious but had no clue about his fighting skills.
In her view, given Su Xuan's attire and personality, he definitely seemed like the kind of guy who would be a homebody, probably too lazy to exercise.
"Su Xuan, let's just leave quickly, I'm not hurt anyway," Yan Fangfei said, holding back the humiliation in her heart and choosing to keep the peace.
"Little bitch, you look pretty good, why'd you pick a loser like this for a boyfriend? If you're interested, sis here could introduce you to a few clients, how about eight hundred a night?" the fat woman looked at Yan Fangfei with disdain.
With her age and insecurity, she could only seek a sense of presence through her wealth, even believing that any slightly beautiful girl was for sale.
"What are you talking about? I'm a good girl," Yan Fangfei couldn't help but retort.
