After Fang Jin finished tearing into them, he turned and left, every word dripping with the message: "You can't afford to provoke me." And rightly so. Love Song was a complicated place, backed by powerful people. Anyone who could get a slice of the pie there was no ordinary person.
Zhang Buzhou's smug, excited expression instantly collapsed.
Why did you have to provoke him? Si You thought. A few days ago, Lu Jiatang had gone crazy in the middle of the night and messaged him that Fang Jin was so sweet and adorable. Si You had been too lazy to indulge Lu Jiatang's lovesick brain, and he remained skeptical about those words describing Fang Jin. Fang Jin could be pretty cute sometimes, but that depended on who he was facing. When had Fang Jin ever been polite to anyone outside? Whoever got caught by him was bound to lose a layer of skin.
Zhang Buzhou took a deep breath. This was completely different from what he had expected. Ever since he had formally come into contact with Si You, frustration had outweighed satisfaction.
"Let's go in," Zhang Buzhou said coldly.
With one hand in his pocket, Si You followed behind him.
The private booth on the second floor overlooked the activity downstairs through enormous floor-to-ceiling windows. Even during the day, Love Song was dimly lit. A man and woman swayed passionately onstage with the music, and there were quite a few people around. Fang Jin sat diagonally across from them, giving instructions to a waiter.
Si You withdrew his gaze.
"Your dancing lacks a little spontaneity," Zhang Buzhou said. "Come here and learn."
Keep making things up, Si You thought, but he agreed aloud, "All right."
Zhang Buzhou began checking his watch frequently. When he looked down for the fourth