Bai Ling suddenly jolted, her body stiffening.
"You jerk, let me go at once!"
Just now, she had used an excuse to leave, trying to gloss over the matter of the bet.
Little did she expect that Zhang Xiaowei wouldn't give her the chance, actually wrapping his arms around her waist.
Liu Yan, watching from the side, also frowned.
"Xiaowei..."
As Liu Yan was about to speak up in persuasion, Zhang Xiaowei preempted, "Ms. Liu, you are the witness. Just now, she agreed to the bet with me herself. Is there a problem with honoring a bet willingly made?"
With these words, Liu Yan was at a loss for words for a moment.
Bai Ling's face turned red, struggling angrily to break free.
"You asshole, I was just talking off the cuff, and we didn't sign any contract or written agreement—I don't acknowledge it!"
It was unclear whether Bai Ling was disgusted with all men or just disliked Zhang Xiaowei in particular, but she was angrily cursing and even denying the bet they had just agreed upon.