Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

There's still money!?

“Can I pay by card?”

Zheng Qingyou took out her card again.

"I already said I didn't need it!"

Wei Feng frowned slightly, looking somewhat impatient.

"Then... give me your phone number, and I'll treat you to a meal sometime, how about that?"

Zheng Qingyou took out her phone, ready to record his call.

"Are you asking for a number now?"

Wei Feng glanced at her sideways.

"..."

Zheng Qingyou was dumbfounded, then remained silent for a long time before going berserk.

Wei Feng watched her departing figure and suddenly laughed again.

He took his phone out of his pocket.

I found Zheng Qingyou's name in the contacts.

I sent a message.

Zheng Qingyou walked down the street, genuinely feeling quite angry.

This Wei Feng is really something.

He really knows what's good for getting himself so angry.

Just then, her phone rang, and she held it up to look at it.

It was sent from an unknown number.

"Since you want my number, I'll give it to you?"

Zheng Qingyou saw this line of words and instantly felt a sharp pain in her groin.

Why is it that seeing this sentence still makes her want to jump up and down?

Zheng Qingyou felt very helpless, and she put her phone away again.

I arrived at the bus stop, boarded the bus, and returned to my restaurant.

Back inside the hotel, Han Moli, who was sitting behind the counter, saw her.

She glanced at it briefly before looking away.

"Qingyou, you're back!?"

The Korean man walked over with a smile.

"Uncle Han, I really didn't expect you to be so amazing! You're truly incredible!"

"Ok!"

Zheng Qingyou glanced at him and simply responded.

"Qingyou, are you angry?"

Looking at Jung Cheong-yoo's expression, Han Guomin seemed to think she wasn't very happy.

"Yes!"

Zheng Qingyou didn't hide anything from him and quickly expressed her attitude: she was very unhappy.

What? Aren't you going to let her express herself?

"Qingyou, let me explain..."

Han Guomin frowned, and very anxiously reached for Zheng Qingyou's hand, wanting to explain to her.

Zheng Qingyou felt a wave of nausea and immediately backed away.

"Uncle Han, you don't need to say anything more. I've already decided to transfer ownership of this shop."

"what?"

Han Guomin and Han Moli both shouted it out loud.

"Qingyou, you're really acting too impulsively!"

South Korean citizens quickly spoke up to stop them.

"Zheng Qingyou, aren't you going too far? This shop is my father's life's work. How can you just close it down like that? How can you be so heartless?" Han Moli couldn't hold back any longer. She had never liked Zheng Qingyou.

Sometimes, however, one has no choice but to play along with her.

Zheng Qingyou is a very funny person. She always acts aloof. What, does she think she is so great?

She really didn't bother to pay her any attention.

"What do you mean by 'his hard work'? Hah... What you're saying is truly laughable. I'm the one who paid for this shop, and I also pay his monthly salary. Isn't it only right that he does this once? This talk of 'hard work' is utterly ridiculous!"

Zheng Qingyou scoffed, looking at Han Moli as if she were an idiot.