Yang Fan's threat worked.
The heavily made-up woman stared at Yang Fan with an uncertain gaze for quite a while, then suddenly counted out six hundred from the drawer and slammed it on the table, "Take the money and get out of here. I've never seen such poverty; if you have no money, why stay in a hotel? And two men and a woman, don't you find it disgusting."
"Honestly, letting people like you stay in a room makes it feel dirty!"
She backed down.
But still needed to throw a few harsh words.
This is a bad habit of many people.
Clearly having admitted defeat, yet they can't drop their pride and need to save some face.
Yang Fan's face suddenly turned cold, "Did you just rinse your mouth in a manure pit?"
"Shoes, do me a favor, knock out her teeth."
