Qin Youbei's eyes widened as she glared at him. "Ah... what did I do to offend you... you treat me like you have a grudge against me, so mean..." Gu Xiao's lips, whispering close to her ear, murmured, "Rest assured, this is just the beginning..."
Qin Youbei frowned. "What else do you want to do?"
"I want to help..." He chuckled lightly, suddenly saying, "Earlier at the restaurant, was it here that you pinched? You really went for it."
Qin Youbei knew he was referring to the restaurant incident, where, for the sake of the act, to frame him as a gigolo, to cry, she then fiercely pinched her own thigh.
"Uh, that doesn't have anything to do with you, does it..."
"I want my winnings."
Winnings? What winnings??
Suddenly remembering a possibility... Qin Youbei's head exploded, blanking out, her blood rushing to her face, making it hot.
She shrieked with embarrassment and anger, "You wouldn't be thinking about..."