The expense list was very detailed, listing all the spa services and then below that... the fees for… top-tier host men...
Top-tier host men...
Zhou Jin's fingers, which had been nimbly perched above the keyboard, began to slow down. He narrowed his eyes and curled a cool, thin smile on his lips. "Top-tier host men, huh? Four of them, a million an hour each. So, four million for one hour with four of them, huh? Seems... quite interesting."
His own wife went to a high-end club and ordered... male escorts... and then let her husband pay the bill afterward? Was that the idea?
"Moming, call the club and have those two women thrown out," Zhou Jin ordered in a calm voice.
Moming was startled, asking uncertainly, "President, are you going to have... have your wife thrown out of the club?"
"Something wrong with that?" Zhou Jin looked up and glanced at Moming.
