"Alright then, I'll try to stall for time. Come as quickly as possible."
If a stare could kill, Young Master Ming would have died countless times in that short span of time.
The man behind him withdrew his gaze when he saw that Ming Ansheng was about to hang up. He turned around soundlessly and walked back to the private room.
The door opened and sure enough, the tiny woman who was still sitting up before he left was now lying down on the couch.
Her petite body lay there with her hands properly placed on her belly. She was sleeping peacefully and didn't seem like she was drunk.
With big steps he strode towards her, bending down to pick her up. He casually carried her handbag too and without a word to the others, he turned around and left.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew towards them when they stepped out. It was accompanied by a chilly breeze coming in their direction.
