"I know, I'll go change my clothes first, have them wait a moment."
He Xing said this expressionlessly, then headed to his own waiting room.
This was a resting room comparable to a presidential suite in a five-star hotel, with a dressing room as large as an ordinary person's bedroom, filled with various bespoke suits, shirts, ties, plenty of casual wear, and even several sets of pajamas.
He Xing tugged at the tie around his neck, took off his suit, and casually grabbed a bathrobe before entering the bathroom.
Soon the sound of rushing water could be heard, and through the frosted bathroom door, one could make out a blurred figure; a tall, robust physique and even through the blur, the distinct, sharp facial features were unmistakable.
Before long, the bathroom door opened, and billowing steam burst forth, resembling the dry ice effects in TV dramas, quite dreamy.
