"I heard she's quite spirited, and Sweet Sister has confessed everything, yo!"
"GIGGLE, GIGGLE, GIGGLE..."
Zhao Shengnan covered her mouth, laughing until she was shaking like a blossom in the wind.
Goodness, you guys really have no reservations!
Han Lie beat a hasty retreat, feeling that these two girls didn't seem like good people.
At the card table, he chatted briefly with everyone and met two newcomers—astonishingly, they were freshmen, smoking cigarettes and looking more seasoned than the old hands.
One of them, face full of defiance, complained haughtily, "What's with this shitty service in Magic Capital's suites? I have a yearly-rented suite at our family's five-star hotel, where I can ask a waiter to find me a girl to have some fun with, and within 5 minutes, they bring me 10 to choose from! Damn!"
That boast might not be mere bluster; it could very well be the truth.
