You Did Well

Lin Moran was about to lift his cup when he heard a comment that made him startle, causing the cup to clatter back onto the table with a crisp sound. He looked around in alarm, first to the entrance and then to the counter, relieved to see no new customers coming in and no one paying attention to their table. He turned back to his tea, lost in thought. However, the hand that kept rubbing the rim of the cup betrayed his inner turmoil.

"Can't make up your mind? Have Z talk to me," Qian Haiyang said, making a move to stand up.

Lin Moran quickly looked up, "How much are you willing to pay me?"

Qian Haiyang, halfway to his feet, leaned forward slightly, his gaze meeting Lin Moran's directly.

This young man has such clear, beautiful eyes.

That was Qian Haiyang's first impression. Of course, he wasn't about to be swayed by those eyes. The first thought that crossed his mind was that this young man seemed easy to manipulate.

He sat back down, "How much do you want?"