Gan Yuan didn't want to start trouble, but that didn't mean she was afraid of it.
She had already shown weakness voluntarily, but when the other party pressed her relentlessly, she couldn't be blamed for responding in kind.
Her remark immediately left Anna at a loss for words.
"You…" She lifted her finger adorned with fancy nails, pointing at Gan Yuan, and stumbled over several "you"s before she finally came to her senses, "Can you… can you afford it?"
"I'll pay for her!"
A pleasant male voice rose from behind the crowd.
All eyes turned, and the spectators who were blocking his way parted to create a path, revealing the man before them.
A young man, about twenty-five years old, stood there. His slender figure was clad in a light silver suit, and beneath his black, short hair was a delicately handsome, almost bewitching face. With a lazy gait, he moved to stand beside Gan Yuan, his lips curling up with a smile that carried a hint of mockery.