Yang Fan's original intention was just to let off some steam by intentionally humiliating her in return.
But he hadn't expected that when the price reached ten thousand yuan, this scantily clad girl would agree without hesitation.
This, however, put Yang Fan in a difficult position.
Ten thousand yuan, if he excluded Old Zhou's order, it would take him a long time to earn ten thousand...
"It's true, but I still don't think you're worth that much!" Yang Fan changed his mind and shook his head.
The woman sized up Yang Fan from head to toe, then suddenly huffed loudly and shouted, "Are you playing me?!"
Yang Fan nodded, "You can think of it that way now."
"Good, you're really something!" the woman exclaimed through gritted teeth.
Yang Fan watched her calmly, "Five thousand is my limit."
The woman glared at Yang Fan fiercely and sneered, "Fine, then just wait for your reputation to be ruined."