Gently draining the coffee from his cup, the bitter taste left Chu Mo's brain in a relatively serene state.
Standing quietly beside Chu Mo, Zhan Bingxue wore a tight-fitting T-shirt with a floral pattern that hugged her upper body, and a short skirt cinched at her slender waist. Contrasted with her delicate and supple figure, paired with a 95 percent beauty rating, she would unquestionably turn every head were she walking down the main street in such attire.
But here, she could only play the role of a foil.
Noticing the empty coffee cup in the man's hand and with a hint of excitement in her eyes, Zhan Bingxue immediately put on a beaming smile and refilled Chu Mo's cup. As several middle-aged men chatted animatedly nearby, she leaned in slightly and whispered in Chu Mo's ear with her sensual red lips:
"It seems to be about acquiring a hotel!"
As Zhan Bingxue straightened up, Chu Mo gave an almost imperceptible nod, his expression unchanging.
