Having lost the rich woman and five million, Zhang Hu was so upset he couldn't eat his lunch.
He was still feeling down when his phone rang.
Seeing it was Chen Rou calling, he immediately jumped up happily, drawing the attention of the diners in the small restaurant.
"Hehe... sorry, sorry," Zhang Hu said with a silly smile, quickly running outside to answer the phone.
"Hello, Ms. Chen. Have you come to a decision?" Zhang Hu asked with a smile.
Chen Rou: "Mr. Zhang, can you give me Mr. Yang's number? I'll give you ten thousand as a thank-you."
Zhang Hu's expression instantly froze, and he said, "Ms. Chen, I've told you, Brother Chen doesn't lack girlfriends. He won't agree to your request. Don't waste your time on him."
Chen Rou: "Mr. Zhang, that's none of your concern, just give me his number."
Zhang Hu felt a bit unbalanced. He couldn't have her, nor did he want Yang Chen to have her, so he said, "I don't have his number!"
He hung up the phone immediately after.
