He shook his head resolutely, Jing Youlan with a pained expression on his face, "Then... can I leave my car with you as collateral? Look, that one parked at the door, here are the car keys."
He shook his head again, not even looking outside, who knew if his car keys were real or fake.
In the end, Young Master Jing could only watch helplessly as Gong Yu got into another man's car, leaving him behind as she gracefully departed.
Sighing, Jing Youlan turned to the server, "Do you have a phone? I'll call for someone to bring money over." Now that she'd left, what else could he do?
Finally, a nod.
Moving to the front desk to pick up the phone, Jing Youlan tilted his head.
Without his cell phone, he could only try his best to remember the number.
The server thought to herself, this guy... really seemed unreliable, though he was dressed impressively enough.