To everyone's surprise, it wasn't Xue Qiang who responded.
It was Feng Fan.
As if he was addressing a long-time friend, Feng Fan stood up, casually draped an arm around the man's shoulder, and grinned.
"Brother, you're going about this all wrong! That's not how you win over a beautiful lady."
Everyone watching the scene was utterly stunned.
'This isn't how these kinds of confrontations usually play out, is it?' they wondered.
Xue Qiang shot Feng Fan a curious look, her expression silently asking, 'What are you up to now?'
The man standing beside Feng Fan, completely taken off guard, blurted out, "What am I doing wrong?"
Feng Fan's smile widened at the man's response. "You're making a rookie mistake, my friend. Promising her the best delicacies is just empty talk. Actions speak louder than words. You need to show her your wealth!"
The man's eyes lit up as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. Turning to Xue Qiang with newfound confidence, he said.
