Moo Huantong did not take it, and the waiter, seeing this, looked at her with disdain. They had already slept together, so why pretend to be aloof now? She threw the check onto the bed. "We're about to clean the room, please leave quickly. The clothes are in the dressing room."
It wasn't until the door slammed shut that Moo Huantong snapped out of it.
She picked up the check.
Upon looking at it, it was three hundred thousand.
Was she really worth this much? Or to someone like him, was three hundred thousand just like a drink?
Moo Huantong's lips curled into a bitter smile. She turned over the check, and there was a note on the back that read: Figure out who shut up first?
"..."
Childish!
Moo Huantong crumpled the check in her hand but didn't throw it away. Dignity couldn't buy her food; she understood this harsh truth even though she was angry. This society is very realistic, and Huantong wasn't foolish enough to tear up the check and then walk out over the shredded remains.
