Inexplicably, Nuannuan's words surfaced in Che Huan's mind, "Sister Huanhuan, what kind of man do you like?"
Che Huan quickly diverted her gaze, sitting there with a wave of dizziness and heat washing over her body.
Huo Jinnan withdrew his gaze and looked towards the private room manager, his lips pressed into a thin, cold line.
Understanding his cue, the room manager took out his phone and stepped aside, "Don't let Mr. Gu in."
Che Huan sat uncomfortably by the side, fearing that Gu Jizhou might suddenly burst in—which would make things irrevocably complicated and might even implicate him.
Glancing in Huo Jinnan's direction, she stood up and walked towards the room manager, asking in a low voice, "Is there a restroom in this private room?"
The private room manager pointed politely in a direction, "Miss Che, over there."
