Yang Fan suddenly felt that tonight was not so wonderful anymore.
When Diwu Ming placed her arm on his shoulder, he really felt like a little lamb being targeted by a big bad wolf.
He had thought that Diwu Ming would simply exchange pleasantries, have a couple of drinks, and then leave.
But this woman, who claimed to be very busy, actually sat down directly.
And she sat right next to Yang Fan, acting as if they were very familiar with each other.
"Fanzi, little brother, guess how the business you introduced me to last time turned out?" Diwu Ming, swaying her wine glass, asked Yang Fan with a grin.
Old Zhou just glanced at them and wasn't too curious about it.
"I think it should be okay," Yang Fan said after a moment's thought.
From what he understood about the situation at Liu Sanleng's place, it wasn't exactly a gold mine,
but it should have yielded a decent profit.