She would feel utterly disgusted.
She would feel that her body, once touched by him, would rot and stink.
"Qi Lingfeng, I have always felt this way about you," said Qiao Xiguan as she turned around and left.
The corridor outside the private room separated it from the crazed and dynamic hall next door; there weren't many people, but there were still some attendants. Noticing something was amiss, it seemed they had informed the management. Abiao, along with a few others, came over. When he saw Qiao Xiguan, he hesitated for a moment, "Miss Qiao, I heard something happened in this private room."
"It was my doing," Yao Beikun suddenly stepped forward. "I'll pay for the damages."
Abiao's head ached at the sight of Yao Beikun.
Why on earth had they provoked this Crown Prince!
"It's not necessary," Abiao said coldly, turning his head to a subordinate, "Get someone to clean this up."
"Yes," the subordinate nodded respectfully.
