In the corner seat of the café, a neatly dressed young man wearing black-rimmed glasses was holding a cup of coffee, his gaze lightly passing over the glass window beside him, landing on the beautiful and slender women in the mall.
As Wan Jie entered the café, she immediately spotted him.
She approached and took a seat, then took out a card from her bag and pushed it in front of the young man, "Fifty thousand yuan, password: six zeros."
"But I've changed my mind."
The young man didn't even glance at the card, leaning back against the comfortable sofa.
"Lu Ran, what do you mean?"
Wan Jie glared angrily.
