Qi Shuzhu, impatient, directly swatted away Mr. Wang's outstretched hand.
People gathered around began to gasp in horror. This chick was way too bold—she actually dared to offend Mr. Wang.
The atmosphere grew awkward.
The nightclub's colorful lights shined brilliantly, and Mr. Wang's flirtation had caught everyone's attention. The young men and women who were originally dancing in the center had now gathered around. Someone whispered, "This girl is so lucky, getting picked by Mr. Wang. Mr. Wang is generous, he'll at least treat her to a fancy handbag."
"Yeah, doesn't she know Mr. Wang owns a share of this nightclub?"
"Following Mr. Wang, she'd save herself ten years of hard work, way better than that loser by her side."
"Tsk tsk... When you're young, you don't know the value of money. Regret will come too late when you're older..."
The crowd whispered among themselves.
