Their clothes just now were thrown away by that fat pig, and who knows where.
Si Nanchen just frowned at him before searching all over the room. After not finding anything, he returned to his original spot and stared at Tan Biyang, "I'll ask one more time, where is Zhuang Shuqing?"
"President Si..." Tan Biyang was filled with hatred; despite the situation they were in, the man in front of her was not thinking of covering their shame, but was instead pressing for Zhuang Shuqing's whereabouts.
She really wanted to shout that Zhuang Shuqing was never here, but hatred stopped her from saying it out loud.
Lin Xiaoxiao on the sofa opposite, facing the back of the couch, was either passed out or didn't want people to see her at this moment; she had kept silent since the door opened.
"President Si, I beg you, please give us some clothes..."
"Producer Wang, you come here."
He glanced at the now-closed room door and called out to Producer Wang.
