Song Guanchao seemed embarrassed as if his thoughts had been laid bare, "No."
Secretary Sun said, "Sister Lin is the manager of the club. Despite her liberal appearance, she's actually very conservative. Many rich men tried to buy her with money, but none could prise her legs apart."
"Today, though, that's quite strange. She seemed quite fond of you."
Secretary Sun clicked his tongue, "If you're really interested in her, why not arrange to meet her privately? Women, you see, a little sweet talk, a small gift or two, and you can generally have them eating out of your hand."
Song Guanchao seemed to be tempted, his gaze flickering. He denied having any such intentions, but his mind was clearly intrigued.
When they finished the bottle, Secretary Sun let out a burp, his eyes swimming with drunkenness, "Brother, let's head out."
By the time they left the club, it was already past ten at night.
