"You guys owe me a dress!" The manager shouted at Song Xiaodong with a raspy voice, his expression sinister, and the thick makeup on his face starting to fall.
Song Xiaodong impatiently picked up his bag, pulled out a thick stack of cash, and "slammed" it onto the manager's face with a "crash," scattering bright red hundred-yuan bills all over the ground, leaving passersby dumbfounded.
Such a display of money wasn't something seen every day, nor was the sight of a face swelling from being hit by cash.
"Get lost!" Song Xiaodong shouted like a Lion's Roar, scaring the manager to jump back, yet he relentlessly called out, "Security! Security! Someone's hitting people!"
Just then, five big men with broad shoulders came down from upstairs.
"Hey, Xiaodong! Don't!" Sun Yiyi didn't want Song Xiaodong to cause trouble, but moving her hand made her back ache again, and she couldn't help but frown.
