An hour and a half later, the celebrity banquet came to an end.
Everyone began to leave in succession.
"Little brother, come exercise on my three-meter-six bed..." Li Qingcheng batted her eyelashes, full of charm.
Lin Dong coughed dryly, knowing she was deliberately teasing him, yet still, it tickled his heart like a cat's scratch.
No wonder some kings from ancient times loved beauties more than their realms; if one could possess a woman like Li Qingcheng, who would want to attend the early-morning court?
"Sister Qincheng, I still have a night shift later," Lin Dong coughed.
"Alright then, I'll let you off tonight. Once I've expanded my market in the provincial city, when that time comes... I'll invite you again to exercise..."
The two parted at the hotel entrance, and Lin Dong was getting ready to head for the hospital.
But just a few steps out, he noticed someone following him from behind.
And it was a Practitioner!
