Mama-san didn't wait for Xia Qingqian to regain her composure and pushed her to Beitang Yao's side, smiling obsequiously, "Young Master Beitang, this is your prize. I hope you are satisfied."
"No one is allowed to enter the presidential suite." Beitang Yao's deep voice carried a unique magnetism. On his exquisitely stern face, a pair of ink-black eyes flashed with a sinister light, exuding a hint of danger.
With that, he grasped Xia Qingqian's slender wrist and walked into the presidential suite.
"Woman, are you that eager to have a man undress you?" His low, alluring voice lightly permeated the air.
"Weren't you very proud before? What made you so cheap?" Beitang Yao looked at the heavily made-up Xia Qingqian with a wicked gaze, teasing her.
