Seventh Young Master's smile now, anyone could feel, was genuinely cold.
Boss Yang held the porcelain plate mid-air, initially intending to smash it down onto Xia Yinian's head.
But now, after hearing Gu Beicheng's laughter, he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
He felt that if the plate came crashing down, his own hand would end up ruined!
"I'm sorry, but that's money I can't earn," Xia Yinian hastily retreated several steps.
Glancing at Liu Xinyang once more, she turned and left through the grand entrance.
Perhaps some other girls are willing to be hugged and held; as long as there's money, they don't care.
But she can't, she just can't do it!
After Xia Yinian left, Boss Zhu finally came to his senses and shot Boss Yang a fierce glare.
It was just a little girl, for goodness sake. This fool, for some reason, decided to get serious with her today.
When they ask women to accompany them for drinks, they never play the game of force.
