"Forget it, we have more important things to do. Get in the car!"
At that moment, the window of a Rolls-Royce rolled down, and a slick-haired man stuck his head out, addressing the man who was holding a knife to Bai Xiaofan's neck.
"Miss, my name is Song Wei. Here's my business card. If you ever run into trouble in Binbei City, come find me. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't waste your youth on a man who's got a knife at his throat!"
As he finished speaking, a business card flew into Xiao Mei's hand. The car window closed, and the convoy of vehicles drove off again.
"I feel insulted. Even worse than when your parents doubted my... capabilities," Bai Xiaofan muttered to Xiao Mei as he watched the cars ahead.
"Oh, there's nothing we can do. Song Wei just said it himself—being with you is a waste of my youth. Maybe I really should reevaluate things!"
"Reevaluate what?"
"Reevaluate whether I should continue wasting my youth on you or not!"
