"You can't really say that, for a gentle and graceful lady, a gentleman is a perfect match. Who can blame Xiao Ran for looking so good in a cheongsam?" Song Yun scratched his head and grinned. "To tell you the truth, without any flattery or bias, Yueyue, you look quite nice yourself."
"Hmpf, I guess you have a bit of a conscience," Li Yueyue huffed in response.
Just as Song Yun and Li Yueyue were bickering, a call came through—it was from Wang Hu. After picking up, Wang Hu spoke casually, "Brother Song, our newly opened venue has been in business for quite some time now, and according to the calculations, the bar's net profits have reached around four million. I suppose our place in Sunan must be at the top."
"No rush," Song Yun said. "With a big family business, we're bound to be envied. I estimate it won't be long before trouble comes knocking."
