Thoughts were flying wildly, and when Fu Mingyu snapped back to reality, Xie Han was smiling mischievously and said, "Third Young Master, I'm sure that after I say the next sentence, you'll be rushing over. Do you believe it or not?"
"Tch, stop using that trick, it doesn't work anymore..."
Fu Mingyu looked unconvinced.
"Wen Nuan is at the bar. Hold on, let me take a look..."
Xie Han said lazily, and over here, Fu Mingyu's eyes suddenly narrowed.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,..."
Counting, Xie Han chuckled quietly and said, "Third Young Master, that little girl is really charming. She's been here for less than half an hour, and six drinks have already been sent to her table. Someone even sent roses, which she politely refused. Tsk, tsk, tsk... Third Young Master, I reckon that by tonight, her table will be full. I wonder what kind of drinks they are, if they make you drunk..."
Before Xie Han could finish speaking, the call was cut off.
