"Nowadays, aren't those who owe money the bosses?"
Fu Yan was suddenly at a loss for words; indeed, it was true, but seeing her act so arrogantly, Fu Yan felt uncomfortable inside.
He had a strong desire to conquer her, to train her into an obedient little kitten.
Fu Yan scowled as he watched her blowing smoke rings and muttered "damn" under his breath, then picked up a cup of wine from the table and gulped it down.
"How much do you earn here in one night?"
Jin Can raised her eyebrows and laughed: "Are you going to hire me?"
Fu Yan looked at her: "To hire you? I'll give you one hundred thousand for one night."
Jin Can closed in on him, and blew a puff of smoke onto his face, her eyes seductive as silk: "I don't sell myself."
Jin Can was so close, Fu Yan could smell the faint scent of her perfume, her breath was pure yet filled with desire, no man could withstand such provocation.
