Lin Zhenghui gave the drunk limp shrimp a big princess carry and took her back to the presidential suite of the hotel.
Because he owned the hotel, inside was a suite particularly prepared for his mother's stay.
"Are you mine tonight?" Lin Zhenghui asked the alcohol-scented Zhuge Qian'er.
"Mhm, all yours, completely yours, but you've beaten up Mr. Ning, and the trouble is quite big now. I heard his brother is an Ancient Martial Artist."
Zhuge Qian'er's cheeks were flushed, her eyes dewy.
"Do you have some kind of leverage in someone else's hands, how did you get drunk like this?" Lin Zhenghui asked the strong woman.
"An old classmate from studying abroad, he's helped me a lot. He just returned to the country and invited me to KTV, it was hard to refuse!"
At this, she said with a disappointed face, "I didn't expect he would be that kind of person."
"Lucky for you to think of calling me. Otherwise, someone would have found you in quite a state."
