In the private room, after the bald man had scurried away, tumbling and crawling, Chang Yuanyi's expression was incredibly dark. It was solely because that damned bastard was associated with him. Even though Qin Fan hadn't pursued the matter, he still couldn't completely extricate himself.
An overwhelming sense of shame surged through him. Looking at Qin Fan with his cheeks burning, he said, "My apologies, Mr. Qin. That was embarrassing."
"Don't worry about it. You're you, and he's him," Qin Fan said, shaking his head with a wry smile. He knew exactly what Chang Yuanyi was thinking.
