Cui Zisong woke up the next day, finding a pale, delicate body lying next to him, holding him tightly and sleeping soundly.
Up close to this face, Cui Zisong couldn't help but feel disgusted. He couldn't believe he had slept with someone like her while drunk.
He pulled the woman's arm away and started dressing. The night had been too wild, his body was covered with scratches from the woman in front of him.
Not bothering with the woman who slept like a log, Cui Zisong made a phone call to Wang Kun.
Soon after, he arrived at Wang Kun's room.
"How was it, did you enjoy last night?" Wang Kun teased.
Cui Zisong smiled and said, "Let's not talk about that. Let's discuss that man. I'm free today, I'll help you take care of him."
With his skills, it was difficult for ordinary people to get close to him; he didn't think it would be hard.
Wang Kun picked up a photo from the table and handed it to Cui Zisong, saying, "It's him, the one who made me lose face twice."
