Inside the VIP room.
Yang Baihua got up and looked around him. He was now alone and the woman he had just held in his arms had already left.
After having a passionate yet quick moment with Ran Yue inside that room, Yang Baihua's thirst for her seemed to have not been quelled just yet. If only she hadn't protested and stopped him from getting another round with her, he would have already ravaged her until they were both spent and incapable of moving a muscle.
But this was also good. This way, he wouldn't get tired of her easily and still have the desire to keep her around his side.
As he was just thinking of this, his phone that was placed on the bedside table suddenly lit up. A name he was overly familiar with was on the screen.
Song Qian has been calling him since earlier, but Yang Baihua was preoccupied with making love with another woman in his embrace that he didn't notice it until he was alone in the room.
