How could Director Luo possibly answer Feng Jun's question? He was just borrowing the Yu family's clout.
With that clout behind him, he feared nothing. He gave a cold laugh. "What the problem is, you know perfectly well."
Feng Jun fell silent, then took out a cigarette and lit it. "Actually... I know you're taking the fall for someone else."
Director Luo said nothing, and neither did Yu Qingzhu. Both were lost in their own thoughts.
Just then, the young hostess came over and spoke softly. "Sir... sorry, smoking isn't allowed in the lobby."
"I'll be leaving right away," Feng Jun said with a smile. Then he looked at Director Luo and spoke coldly. "Have you thought it through?"
Director Luo glanced at him, his gaze flickering. "Thought what through?"
"The price of being a scapegoat." Feng Jun smiled as he rose to his feet. "It may be more than you can bear."
With that, he turned and left, the young hostess following closely behind him.
Watching him leave, Director Luo forced a smile at Yu Qingzhu. "That guy really is... a little unreasonable. Xiao Yu, how did you get to know him?"
Yu Qingzhu answered expressionlessly, "At the very least, he knows his own account well enough to know how much money he has."
Director Luo had no idea how to respond to that. He could only sigh inwardly. As expected of a young lady from a distinguished family.
Just then, White Bone Spirit gave a cold snort.
Director Luo and Yu Qingzhu followed her gaze and saw Feng Jun murmuring something to the young hostess as they walked away. Their mannerisms were rather intimate.
White Bone Spirit's eyes were filled with obvious disdain. "A little money, and he's already so desperate... Tch, what terrible taste."
Yu Qingzhu gave