Director Yu knocked on the door and pushed it open.
Liang Anya was very nervous.
Jiayi whispered a few words of comfort to her, but actually, her own heart was also thumping wildly.
The private room was very spacious, even more luxurious than the one Director Yu had been in.
The lighting was very dim.
In an instant, Jiayi suddenly found it hard to breathe.
It was as if she had a profound premonition...
On the deep purple sofa, the man's handsome figure was like that of an emperor, his long arms lazily spread out, resting on the armrests on both sides.
To his left and right, accompanied by two golden-haired women providing drinks.
The two hostesses were wearing revealing leopard-print body suits with black leather gloves, seductive and enchanting, their vine-like long arms resting on the man's shoulders as if they were attending to an emperor.
Liang Anya had never seen such a scene before, her face flushing red in an instant.
