Guan Shaodong heaved a sigh of relief when he realized the person was not a thug. Instantly, his aristocratic demeanor returned, and he began commanding Wakun with a wave of his hand, "My father isn't here. If you're looking for him, you can go to his company."
"Giggle... I live here," Wakun said, sizing him up with interest.
A frown creased Guan Shaodong's brow as he thought to himself that this man's presence here would hinder his plans. No, he had to come up with a way to send him away.
"I need this place for myself today. You should go stay at a hotel. You can come back tomorrow," Guan Shaodong said as he pulled out a stack of money and offered it to Wakun.
Wakun looked at him with amusement. Even his father wouldn't dare speak to him like this, yet his son was quite bold. His gaze shifted from Guan Shaodong and settled on a girl on the sofa. He immediately understood why—could it be this youngster was planning to do something indecent here?
