The Poor Will Sit

Fu Hanchuan narrowed his eyes dangerously. He asked in a low voice, "Sheng Sheng, who are they?"

"My roommates," Qin Sheng answered.

Shen Jiayue's voice rang out again. "Qin Sheng, we are going to Lijiang Hotel for a meal this time. It will cost at least 100,000 yuan. I wonder if your man has taken you there before?"

It was an obvious mockery.

Qin Sheng was about to speak when Fu Hanchuan grabbed Qin Sheng's arm.

He said in a low voice, "Sheng Sheng, let me do it."

"Okay."

After receiving Qin Sheng's response, Fu Hanchuan looked at Shen Jiayue. "Okay, Sheng Sheng and I will go there. Which private room?"

Zhao Xiang answered, "305."

Fu Hanchuan got the answer. He opened the back door of the car and escorted Qin Sheng in.

Shen Jiayue also wanted to follow him in. Although Fu Hanchuan's car was only a few million yuan, Shen Jiayue rarely sat in a car that cost that much.