Just as Jia Qing was feeling indignant, an old man with a saggy face suddenly appeared in the mirror.
Jia Qing screamed in fear. She turned around and pointed at the old man angrily, questioning, "Who are you? This is the female washroom!"
Ma De's yellow-spotted eyes sized up Jia Qing's entire body without hiding anything. He sneered and said, "Who am I? I'm whoever you came for today! The washroom? No, no, no. This is the door to our new room."
Jia Qing was stunned for a moment and asked tentatively, "You're President Ma?"
However, when Jia Qing's gaze landed on Ma De's wrinkled face, she felt nauseous.
Ma De and Lu Ming were simply one in the sky and the other on the ground.
They were both rich people, but why were there so many differences?
Then, when she thought about how she was going to sleep with such an old man with age spots all over his skin, Jia Qing was indignant.
