Chen Fang felt helpless.
He took out a thousand yuan from his wallet and slammed it into Yu Zhengchuan's palm. Looking at Yu Zhengchuan, who was gloating secretly, he said, "Take your money and get lost!"
"Yes, Sir!"
As if afraid that Chen Fang would change his mind, Yu Zhengchuan stuffed the money into his pocket and fled as if he were flying.
"Your friend?"
Fan Xian asked.
Chen Fang scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "You must think I'm a joke, Secretary Fan."
"Usually, you can call me Secretary Fan, but when it's just the two of us, I still like it when you call me Sister Xian."
At this moment, Fan Xian was completely different from how she was during the day.
Her face was full of smiles, very affable.
This quick change of face was indeed impressive.
"Then, Fan... Sister Xian, shall we have something to eat together?"
"I'm quite hungry. Is there any alcohol?"
"There is alcohol, but your wound..."
Chen Fang hesitated before asking.
