Zhang Qiang knew this guy wasn't really bothered about the money; he was just trying to drag out the time!
"Young Master Zhang really lives up to the reputation of a big family's son. So generous! Casually giving away an extra million. With this million, how many sanitary pads could Young Master Zhang buy! Seeing all this 'aunt's blood', my heart aches, it's so tight, Young Master Zhang had better leave!"
At this point, upon hearing these words, Zhang Qiang almost spat out another mouthful of blood. He really needed to leave quickly, or else he would end up being pissed to death by this jerk!
...
The private room regained its original atmosphere, the music started playing again, and pairs of men and women danced gracefully in the dance floor.
Yet, it seemed their attention wasn't really on dancing but rather sneakily on the corner of the private room, or more precisely, on the person in the corner of the room.
