"Instructor Mu, I'm telling you, I want to go back to school." An Ran, now completely drunk, stubbornly stood at the entrance and refused to step inside, clinging to her words despite the dizziness in her head.
Seeing the kiss mark on An Ran's snow-white neck, Mu Xingfeng's face turned icy cold: "Why do you want to work at a bar?"
"Bars make more money, I need money." An Ran hiccupped, her body swaying uncontrollably, speaking the honest truth.
But her honesty completely enraged Mu Xingfeng.
"You're that short on money? Do you understand how dangerous bars can be for a girl?"
He had given her an extra fifty thousand yuan, under the guise of a bravery reward. That money should have been enough for her tuition and daily expenses. He couldn't understand how a student could be so desperate for money, willing to risk her safety to work in such a place.
