He grabbed Yanyan's hand and led her away.
Gao Yuan didn't care what other people thought. After all, he hadn't really done anything.
He had just used a little too much force when he touched her, and Yanyan's cry had been a bit exaggerated and alluring.
That was really all there was to it!
Even if no one else believed him, it was enough that he believed himself.
He didn't return to the booth with Yanyan. Instead, he had her go back first while he stood in a corner, lit a cigarette, and smoked in silence.
At that moment, Gao Yuan seemed completely detached, as if the surrounding chaos had nothing to do with him.
He quietly watched the crowd wantonly unleashing their youth and desires. Suddenly, he felt they were like his former self, immersed in superficial happiness.
'Thankfully, the Money Power System gave me a new lease on life.'
After finishing his cigarette, Gao Yuan returned to the booth.
"What took you so long?"
"Just had a smoke."
