Things like this are not uncommon in the club.
The guests at the club are either wealthy or noble.
And power~sex~transactions are even more common.
When the mood strikes, people vent in the private rooms; those here are used to it.
Jiang Xun never expected that he would step out for just twenty minutes to cook a bowl of hangover soup, and when he returned, something like this would happen in the private room.
Under his scrutinizing gaze, Han Xintong almost fled in panic.
Jiang Xun had no time to worry about her. He quickly moved to the sofa and woke up the drunken Mu Jingxi.
"Third Young Master, Third Young Master, wake up!"
Jiang Xun mustered the courage to pat his face, waking him up.
Mu Jingxi opened his hazy eyes, frowning, his voice hoarse, "What's going on?"
What's going on, Jiang Xun also wanted to know what was going on.
Everything was fine, so how did he end up with Han Xintong...
