He fell to the ground in a sorry state, unable to get up for quite a while. It was only the hotel manager who couldn't bear to see it and came forward to help him up.
But that's all there was to it.
All the men present, including the hotel manager, couldn't help feeling nauseous when they thought about the scene of the two of them entering the room together earlier.
After he helped Zhang Jiao up from the ground, he quickly pulled his hand back, as if he were afraid of catching some virus.
Only Mei Shu didn't mind him and sincerely comforted him, saying, "Mr. Zhang, it's okay. Everyone has their own preferences, and I will respect yours."
Zhang Jiao looked at her with a fierce expression, his fist clenched tightly at his side.
