"Is there a problem?" Lance couldn't help but look around, somewhat puzzled.
"Are you trying to humiliate me!" Tamara was on the verge of collapse, feeling that Lance was intentionally humiliating her because of their previous encounter.
"This is a free trade. You can refuse if you don't like it. I don't care either way."
In the face of her questioning, Lance seemed very casual. Now that she's seeking me out, if I don't fleece her soundly, there won't be a next time.
Seeing his attitude, Tamara felt powerless. Emotions of grief and humiliation intertwined in her heart. She couldn't help but lower her head and stagger step by step towards Lance.
Her inexplicable behavior took Lance by surprise.
"What are you doing?"
"You've won," Tamara raised her head, a corner of her lip caught between her teeth, her eyes brimming with tears.
