"Where is Han Dai? Tell me!" the woman demanded urgently.
Immediately, a hint of suspicion crept into her eyes. "Why would you take the initiative to tell me all this?"
"I'm short on cash. It's easy to give birth to children, but raising them costs a lot of money. I'm in need of cash to buy baby formula." I stuffed the stack of red bills the woman had placed on the table into the pocket of my apron. "Who wouldn't want to make extra money when raising a little four-legged gold-eater? Ms. Hu, you're a celebrity after all. How can you offer so little?"
"You... you... you know I..." Hu Jiao was startled, nervously touching her sunglasses, her face turning pale.
I raised my eyebrows and sat down opposite Hu Jiao. "Don't be afraid, I'm your fan. I won't expose your father's identity. I recognize you because I like and admire your acting and looks."
Hu Jiao's complexion did not improve much; my words were too nonsensical.
