"S-spiked?!" Wang Zibo had seen this trope too many times in his career. He was well aware of what Miyu might be going through right about now.
"I'll get you to a room," he lifted her in his arms under the eyes of other drunk people who had been visiting the restroom. Thankfully, WhirlWind had permanent rooms booked here for the executives and guests that they had to entertain.
Everyone they encountered on the way were giving them weird looks but Wang Zibo could care less. After all, the two of them were not in the limelight. No one would bother about them at all.
He took an elevator tor each the second floor of the restaurant. Encountering a maid on the way, he asked her to open one of the rooms for WhirlWind Entertainment. The maid was not aware of the party downstairs, so she looked at them suspiciously. Why would they want an already booked room?
