The next day, after three rounds of drinks, Wang Shao smiled and shoved a room card into his hand, his gaze ambiguous: "Mr. Xie, have a good rest tonight."
Xie Zhang was not an innocent youth unfamiliar with the ways of the world, so how could he not perceive the ill intentions in Wang Shao's eyes?
But what Xie Zhang hadn't expected was that the woman Wang Shao sent to his bed would be An Jiayi.
In the dim and ambiguous hotel light, An Jiayi, wearing a revealing camisole, clutched the corner of the blanket, looking timidly at him.
Xie Zhang frowned and took off his suit jacket while sitting down on the sofa beside him.
He spoke, his tone casual, "Did Wang Shao ask you to come?"
An Jiayi was clearly frightened and didn't speak for a while, her lips quivering continuously.
Xie Zhang took a sip of cold water to sober up a bit, frowning, his tone becoming more stern, "I'm asking you a question."
