He paid her no attention, offering no response. As if he hadn't heard a thing, Qin Fan's posture remained unchanged. But his indifference didn't mean she was willing to give up. Gazing at Qin Fan's handsome face, which held an indescribable charm, the inebriated woman smiled seductively. She moved directly toward the sofa, and with a twist of her delicate body, she pressed herself against him. The light, enticing fragrance of her perfume, mixed with the smell of alcohol, wafted over to Qin Fan.
Turning her head slightly, she repeated, "Hey, little brother, how about buying your big sister a drink?"
Just as she was about to employ her ultimate trick, Qin Fan finally spoke, his voice exceptionally cold and indifferent.
"Scram!"
Scram? The woman trembled in disbelief. Frozen in place, she stammered, "Little brother, what did you say?"
"Drink as much as you want from the table. When you're done, scram," Qin Fan repeated expressionlessly, his posture unchanged.
