Eating and drinking are essential, and so is the entertainment after a hearty meal.
Lying in the club's SPA room, Chen Cheng enjoyed the warm and silky sensation on his back.
"Mr. Chen, are you satisfied with the arrangement?"
"Pretty good."
Chen Cheng pretended to be drunk, "Lao Zhao, I think you don't need to think about any new tricks. Just find a few massage therapists. Those old men, absolutely comfortable!"
"Ha ha ha,"
Zhao Liangyou's voice came from the side, full of flattery, "Such small activities are definitely essential."
Chen Cheng closed his eyes, appreciating the skilled techniques of the masseuse, and casually responded.
He knew Zhao Liangyou's politeness was false, probing for information was the real intent.
Throughout the day, Zhao Liangyou had been indirectly asking a lot about Wen Shulin and CGG, and though Chen Cheng had skillfully avoided them, he could sense Zhao Liangyou's persistence.
