Weekend.
Noon.
Lin Fei was with Shen Peini and Ling Weiwei at the five-star hotel.
Convinced by his emotions that Shen Peini, a striking beauty, would certainly not have called Mu Shanshan, the icy president, Ling Weiwei, the gorgeous minister, stood up and walked to the private room door and opened it.
Outside the private room door was indeed not Mu Shanshan, the icy president. Also, it was not the hotel's servers.
Earlier, when booking this hotel private room, Shen Peini and Ling Weiwei, the gorgeous minister, had specifically informed the hotel not to disturb them during their meal.
Thus, the hotel staff would naturally not disturb them unless they had left the room.
"Excuse us, who are you two?"
From the inquiry by Ling Weiwei, the gorgeous minister, it was clear there were two people outside Lin Fei's private room.
Two stunningly attractive young women in their prime, identical twins, dressed in exactly the same clothes and accessories.
