The President's suite was in complete disarray at this moment.
Sitting cross-legged in the booth, Qin Yushu looked at the man between her legs, just like an empress gazing at her subject.
"How is it? Does it taste good?"
Grabbing the man's hair, Qin Yushu asked with a cold sneer.
"Delicious... really delicious... I love it!"
The muscular young man in his early twenties immediately showed a flattering smile, but before he finished speaking, a wine bottle shattered against his head.
With a scream, the young man fell into a pool of blood, while Qin Yushu grabbed a few stacks of cash, hurling them at him: "Stop screaming, take the money and get out of my sight!"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
The muscular man, clutching his head, quickly gathered the ten thousand in cash and scurried to the side, only for another young man with stylish glasses to crawl over, meeting the same fate—a shattering bottle and scattered money symbolizing her anger.
"Money really is a wonderful thing!"
