Her vision started to blur, and the person standing in front of her became indistinguishable. She reached for the pendant hanging around her neck, a combination of an alarm and a tracker, but her hand was grabbed midway. Someone asked her, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you get some sleep first?"
Fan Jia bit her lip firmly and forced a smile: "No need. President Zhou, weren't you going to treat me to dinner? Let me think... let's go for dinner first..." But before she could finish, she was caught in an embrace. Someone stroked her face and said softly: "Little lass, thinking of leaving? Not a chance. It's your turn now. We will have our fun, slow and steady."
