Weilan narrowed her eyes at Zhuang Yuezhou, realizing this guy was indeed clever and quick-witted.
She chuckled and said, "Sure, as long as my brother is willing, I don't mind."
"Whether your brother is willing, I don't know, but if you are, I'll go ahead and do it." Zhuang Yuezhou, inside the room, glanced at the bottle in Weilan's hand, "Got any booze?"
Weilan realized that Zhuang Yuezhou was truly smart; by doing this, he was completely throwing the problem onto her.
With a light smile, Weilan said, "There is booze."
She passed the liquor to Zhuang Yuezhou through a crack in the window and said, "Drink up, and after you're done, use this."
She took out a lipstick, foundation, and mascara—makeup—from her pocket and handed them to him.
Zhuang Yuezhou frowned, "What do you mean? These women's things, you give them to me? I don't want them."
His refusal was emphatic and resolute.