Sheng Youxia bit her lip, "If you hadn't been late, I wouldn't have had to do this. Fu Shilv, what's keeping you so busy?"
He almost missed the agreed time again.
Sheng Youxia just mentioned it without taking it to heart or seriously pursuing the matter.
"I wasn't late," he defended himself, "I parked by the side of the road and saw him harassing you, his eyes fixed on you."
"Whatever."
Sheng Youxia's gaze still swept around the area.
Their luck was good tonight; Young Mr. Zhao, after holding back for so long, seemed to want to go out every night lately.
His way of making an entrance was quite peculiar, at least Sheng Youxia couldn't understand it.
He stood on top of a cage, one arm hanging from a chain above, immediately becoming the center of attention as thunderous drumbeats sounded, thundering to the core.
He had a circle of money stuffed around his belt, casually grabbing a handful and throwing it into the air.