When Liu Ergou heard Deng Peng say the minimum spending for the private room was 10,000 yuan, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He glanced over at Han Jiajia, who was sitting there, and his heart skipped a beat.
A minimum spend of 10,000 yuan. That might not be much to me, but for an ordinary police officer like Han Jiajia, it's two whole months' salary. Spending two months' pay just to treat me to a meal...
Just as Liu Ergou was feeling astonished, Deng Peng spoke again. "Alright, I'm done wasting my breath on you. Since you refuse to leave, I'll just have you thrown out! You'll be the one losing face then!"
As he said this, Deng Peng suddenly put on a smile and turned to Han Jiajia. "Pretty lady, don't you worry!
"I wouldn't throw you out. I'm a man who knows how to appreciate a beautiful woman!
"What would you like to eat today? It's on me. I'll pay for whatever you want, even if it means buying the entire restaurant—that's nothing to me!"
