"What's the matter? Why are you so alarmed?"
"Can't you see what I'm doing?"
The man in the presidential suite sat up, revealing a look of disgust as he gazed at the person who called out.
"Young... young master, I saw Xia Yanran walking closely with a very handsome man."
"I don't know if..."
The person who spoke was stammering, his head lowered and occasionally glancing fearfully at the man sitting by the bed.
"What!!!"
"Outrageous! How dare anyone touch Lei Hao's woman, courting death!"
The man stood up angrily, slapping the pillow next to him, and a beautiful woman covered in makeup peeked out from under the blanket.
"Mr. Lei, what are you doing!"
"Are you leaving?"
"What nonsense."
As soon as Mr. Lei left, the woman on the bed picked up a cigarette from the table, lit it, and her face, still wearing a smile, showed total disdain. She was holding a large stack of money in her hand.
