"Hey, stop."
Xu Qinglang pushed open the door of the bookstore and shouted at the tattooed man who had just finished coughing.
The Tattooed Man was stunned for a moment. He turned to the side, still holding the cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Xu Qinglang with a lecherous and playful look in his eyes and said,
"Brother, I wanted to say it just now. You look really good. Did you get it from Thailand?"
"..."Xu Qinglang.
"Bro, what's the matter? You're not here to take back the 100 Yuan, right? Let me tell you, your boss himself said that it was free of charge. Don't even think about taking it from me. When you open a shop and do business, you have to pay attention to honesty, right?"
The Tattooed Man looked like he was very cool.
"It's nothing. I just came out to say good night to you."
Xu Qinglang naturally shook his head, turned around, and returned to the study room, leaving not a single cloud behind.
Good night?