In the eyes of this blonde assistant, Qin Heng was just a poor student taking his girlfriend out for fun. He looked to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed head to toe in ordinary mall brands without a single international label, obviously not having much money. Daring to come to a five-star hotel like the Hilton probably meant he'd saved up for a long time, planning a big splurge to impress his girlfriend, who could be described as stunningly beautiful. To her, such a person was clearly from the impoverished classes. He wasn't even worth her attention, let alone the attention of Mr. Shen—that's what the blonde assistant thought.
"That's true. Giving this pauper 30,000 yuan is already more than he deserves." Shen Qian caressed the blonde assistant's perky buttocks, giving them a squeeze, his fingers sinking in. He then said to Qin Heng, "Take out your Alipay. I'll transfer you 30,000. No need to thank me, just take the money and scram."
