"President Huang, Xiaoyu and I will head back first," Zhou Yun found an opportunity to say to Huang Zhong.
"Head back?" Huang Zhong frowned, "Leaving now would really lack consideration for others."
Zhou Yun was already displeased and said, "We aren't here to sell smiles."
"Miss, you may not be selling smiles, but we're here to sell films," Huang Zhong whispered, "If you don't want to drink, I'll take care of that for you, but can't you do me a favor and stay a little longer? People came here for you, and if you don't show up, what does that say?"
Zhou Yun retorted, "Look at that guy over there, he's got lust written all over his face."
Huang Zhong chuckled, "Is that all it takes to stump you?"
Zhou Yun glanced sideways at Huang Zhong and said, "Disgusting."
"Miss, whether you find me disgusting or not, I am asking you for this favor. Those two are worth millions combined," pleaded Huang Zhong.
With Huang Zhong putting it that way, Zhou Yun had no choice but to compromise.
