Luo Qiangwei wasn't surprised either. She wrapped her arm around his neck, feeling a bit dizzy as she leaned on his chest. "President Mo, aren't you going to see your little sweetheart Xia Yuan? She's waiting for you in room 407. If Boss Li gets there first, you'll be feeling jealous and upset..."
"Is that so," Mo Shiche looked down at her, his lips curling into a thin smile. "But right now, I'm dealing with a bigger headache, you. After all, I don't want to be turned into a cuckold, and I don't have time to worry about anyone else at the moment."
Pouting her red lips, she laughed mockingly. "Then I really drew the short straw. Your little sweetheart Xia Yuan wanted to set me up, and to play along with her scheme, I even took a sip of drugged wine..."
The man suddenly stopped in his tracks, and his eyes, previously smiling, grew cold. "Did you drink it willingly?"
