Tang Yue didn't like the way the man was looking at her, but seeing coffee spilled on his shirt, she said, "I'm sorry, how much is your shirt? I'll compensate you."
Tang Yue's voice was crisp, like the collision of pearls, carrying a slight tone of apology.
"No need," the man said.
As Tang Yue was feeling uneasy, she heard the man say, "It's 1,000 dollars, come to my room with me and wash the clothes."
Washing the clothes is just an excuse, he's probably got ulterior motives, right?
"If I'm not mistaken, your shirt is a KL one, a new style for this summer, 798 yuan." Tang Yue's expression turned cold, she stepped back, widening the distance between them and pulled out 1,000 yuan from her bag and handed it over saying, "The rest is to calm your nerves."
KL is an international brand, and Tang Yue had seriously looked into it, recognizing the shirt at a glance.
