The reception floor of the East City Financial Street Building hotel.
The annual Forty-Nine City Financial Summit hadn't ended yet, but this had nothing to do with Xu Jingxi, who never showed his face and sat alone in the lounge, watching reports of the yen being shorted through high borrowing and low repayment.
The lighter had fallen into a young girl's bag, and he had been holding a cigarette between his lips for a long time, unable to find something to light it with.
Thinking about it, every time after they slept together, she would be nervous and blush, all a fluster and shy, always taking his things by mistake, if not the lighter then the cigarettes, and even the contraceptives in the car would end up in her bag.
Xu Jingxi had no choice but to take out his phone: "Do you have a lighter?"
With one phone call, Huang Zhengwei, who was attending the summit, was obligated to leave the conference hall and come to the lounge to see him.
