That kind of heartfelt protectiveness and anger could not be faked.
Watching the scene, Boss Zhao's eyes flickered with amusement.
"Enough. Go outside." He waved his subordinate away.
The subordinate froze, apparently not expecting Boss Zhao to speak up for a young woman of unknown background, but he did not dare ask questions and withdrew sullenly.
The private room's door closed, and the smoke thinned a little.
Boss Zhao resumed rolling the walnuts in his hand, making them knock softly together.
He looked at Pu Yu again with a faint, ambiguous smile. "Looks like you and that boy are pretty close, Miss Su. What's your relationship? Is he worth coming all the way here and taking on several million in debt for his gambling-addict father?"
Pu Yu's heart skipped a beat.
Here it comes.
She had known this question would come.
She lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously tightening, and stayed silent for a few seconds.
In those few seconds, countless thoughts raced through her mind. How can I answer convincingly? How can I make this look genuine rather than an act?
Then she raised her head, a stubborn look in her eyes, as though he had touched on something she did not want to discuss.
"I've fallen for him. Is that a problem?"
Boss Zhao froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Pu Yu's voice carried a wounded indignation born of embarrassment. "If Yuan Hongzheng hadn't saddled him with all that debt and caused such a fuss that my dad found out... My dad flat-out refused to let us be together. He even locked me up at home."
"Why else would I sneak all this way to a dump like Nanhua?"
"I just want to pay off the debt so Yuan Su can have a clean slate. Then