Yang Fan spread his hands, as bewildered as anyone, clueless why this beauty had offered him a drink. "Maybe because I'm handsome," he surmised nonchalantly.
"Please." Yuan Shanshan laughed it off and quickly slipped back into her coquettish mode, wrapping her arms around Yang Fan's arm: "Brother Fan, can we talk about something?"
Of course, knowing exactly what this girl was up to, Yang Fan pretended to be clueless: "What's up?"
"Just let me have this drink, Brother Fan you're the best, the handsomest, the nicest person in the world..."
After a barrage of nice words, Yang Fan listened with glee: "Well, I love hearing that, but the lady invited me to drink, it wouldn't be right to give it to you, would it?"
Seeing that Yang Fan was immune to her charm, and her coquetry had failed, Yuan Shanshan swiftly switched tactics: "I'll give you the fifty thousand I won tonight, how's that for sincerity?"