"How do you find Sister Yun? What if... I become your girlfriend?" Zhou Yun said, her hand resting on Tang Feng's chest, her nails gently scratching there.
Tang Feng hardly knew how to answer.
This question was too tough for him.
To him, the concept of a girlfriend was distant; he never thought about finding one, let alone what kind he should look for.
"Sister Yun is great at making money. If you become my boyfriend, I'll take care of you," Zhou Yun continued.
As she spoke, her hand kept moving downward, settling on Tang Feng's lower abdomen.
That scared Tang Feng stiff.
If Zhou Yun's hand moved a few centimeters further down, it would touch Han Ling's head or face.
Yet, Han Ling under the table was oblivious, still eating on her own.
To avoid that mortifying situation, Tang Feng could only hold down Zhou Yun's hand.
"Sister Yun, you're drunk," he said looking at her.
Zhou Yun let out a snicker.