Seeing Yan Ning agree, Zhang Jingdong immediately said, "Since we're competing in drinking, there will definitely be a winner and a loser. So, if I lose later, I'll give you 20% of the shares of my bar."
"And if I win, you'll have to agree to a small request of mine. How about it, do you dare to play?"
Yan Ning wasn't fooled: "A small request can compare to 20% shares of your bar? Stop playing word games with me, just tell me, what's the request?"
"You really aren't easy to deceive, are you? Alright, if you lose, for the next month every time we meet, you must wear a cheongsam for me to see, and it must also be a style that I choose."
Zhang Jingdong's request seemingly didn't boast much practical advantage, but in reality, it was a blatant declaration of his actual intentions toward Yan Ning. This way, he could be upfront with her later on.
Of course, Yan Ning heard the implication of his words and knew how humiliating it would be if she lost.
