During their conversation, the private room door was suddenly pushed open.
A beam of white light abruptly shone in, casting a stark illumination on Zhao Kuo's face.
Zhao Kuo raised his hand to block it, and as his palm lowered, he saw Wen Mian and Pei Zhiyao approaching him.
One after the other, they were about to come near him.
The woman beside him reflexively stood up, only to see Pei Zhiyao gesturing for the women to leave.
"I have something to discuss with Zhao, your boss. All others, leave now."
The women looked at each other, still they sensibly left the private room.
The lively music abruptly stopped.
A sudden cold breeze seemed to whoosh past his ear, bringing a momentary silence.
Zhao Kuo sat up straight as a reflex, his gaze fixed on Pei Zhiyao's eyes.
"Mr. Pei, do you have something urgent to discuss with me today?"
"Of course."
Without a second thought, Pei Zhiyao took a seat beside Zhao Kuo.
His assertive move made Zhao Kuo catch his breath in surprise.
