In the end, Ye Chen could only carry Li Ruo out of the Weisheng Club. Li Ruo was exuding a strong scent of alcohol, her cheeks red like two blushy apples. Ye Chen shook his head helplessly and said, "Silly girl, why do this?"
"For money!" Li Ruo slowly opened her eyes, filled with sorrow. She lay comfortably in Ye Chen's arms, her head gently resting on his shoulder, and sighed, "If it weren't for the project in the North City District, I wouldn't have to sell my looks. Sigh..."
Ye Chen immediately fell silent. Yes! In moments like this, he had no choice but to be silent. Facing his beloved woman selling her looks to raise funds, while he couldn't help her at all. Li Ruo's words deeply struck Ye Chen's nerve. As a man with amnesia, almost like a pauper, how could he help Li Ruo? Ye Chen felt his heart wanted to help but lacked the strength.
"What can I do to help you?" Ye Chen's dark and clear eyes seriously looked at Li Ruo.
