Wang Wei took the business card Fu Mo handed over, pondered for a moment, and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll make outrageous demands?"
"If you were that kind of person, you wouldn't be doing this tonight."
Lei Yu couldn't help but snort at Fu Mo, "I've come to realize that as long as it's not about feelings, you see things pretty clearly."
"Haha..." Fu Mo rubbed his head, looking rather unnatural.
"Alright, don't pretend to be so insincere, I've genuinely thought it through..." He sighed heavily, and Lei Yu put his hand on Wang Wei's shoulder, "He owes me his affection, I owe mine."
You mentioned that once you saved enough money, you'd open your own bar. So how about this? I'll lend you the money first, and once you're successful, you can pay it back.
Of course, there's one condition. When I'm feeling troubled and come here for a drink, it has to be free. Consider it a "thank you" for the interest on the loan, how's that?"
