Room service?
Yang Yunhai stood by the window, pinching his brow.
Is this Su Ziqiao causing trouble again?
Su Ziqiao, who was innocently dragged into this: Boss, I'm still at home!
"Who are you?" Yang Yunhai said coldly to the girl in front of him, "You're not from the hotel."
Because she wasn't wearing a uniform.
"Well... I'm here to sign a contract with you." Lang Lang smiled holding the contract, "Can I come in..."
Even though this man exuded coldness all over, Lang Lang still forced herself to finish her prepared speech, but before she could finish, she went limp.
She passed out.
Damn, Lang Yimo, screw you!
You drugged the water she just drank.
She should have known when that driver was so kind to offer her a bottle of water.
Damn, she was careless!
And at the moment of collapse, Lang Lang saw the man contemptuously close the door.
This... man is really cold-hearted.
Indeed, it was disgust, a strong sense of disgust.
