Shen Yaoyao glared at Zhang Qiang angrily, her little face flushed red.
Zhang Qiang snorted contemptuously, one hand on his hip and the other pointing at himself, saying, "Can you afford it? Our private room starts at a hundred thousand, plus the whiskey and food you ordered, it's going to be two hundred thousand. Can you pay that?"
Zhang Qiang's voice was full of disdain, especially his eyes, which clearly held contempt for Shen Yaoyao.
In his eyes, Shen Yaoyao was the kind of woman who loved vanity, and as long as she received some small favors or charity, in his view, Shen Yaoyao was the type who would eagerly come up as long as she appeared a bit wealthier.
But now, Shen Yaoyao actually wanted to play the big shot in front of him. Ha, there's no way she could get away with it!
Moreover, she didn't even look like someone who could afford two hundred thousand!
