Chen Fang slowly turned around.
Shu Yang was stunned.
After a while, she exclaimed, "Why is it you?"
"Why can't it be me?"
Chen Fang retorted.
Shu Yang swallowed.
"Eight hundred... the eight hundred points were... all given by you?"
"Otherwise?"
Chen Fang asked.
Shu Yang still couldn't quite believe it.
She even looked around, as if there might be someone else in the room.
"Is it really you?"
She asked again.
Chen Fang smiled and sat down on the sofa.
"You said you wanted to make money with your own abilities, and you did." He said.
At that moment, Shu Yang didn't know what to say or do. She stood there aimlessly, like a headless fly.
She stood there for a long time.
Then she sighed deeply and said, "Alright, it doesn't matter if it's you. It's the same with anyone. For the next 24 hours, you can do whatever you want. After all, I'm yours now."
She was wearing the pencil skirt she wore in the first round of the competition.
Unzipping it.
