Che Huan immediately felt something was wrong and tried to extricate herself, but Ya Hai suddenly grasped her hand, his narrow eyes undisciplined, "Che Huan, Che Huan, what a nice name indeed, does it mean to please a man's heart?"
"Mr. Ya is thinking too much," Che Huan said sharply, standing up and heading straight towards the door.
Ya Hai snorted softly and gestured to the waiter.
The waiter quickly left the private room, closing the door behind him.
In a blink of an eye, there were only two people left in the room; the speed was so fast it seemed as if it had been premeditated.
Che Huan reached the door and pulled at it with force, finding it locked from the outside; it wouldn't budge an inch.
Ya Hai sat there, watching Che Huan, and chuckled, "Miss Che, it seems you won't be able to leave today."
Che Huan turned to look back at Ya Hai.
