Zhou Yu was cultivating when suddenly, the telephone in his room rang.
Zhou Yu answered the phone, and the sweet voice of the receptionist came through.
"Mr. Zhou, sorry to disturb you, but there's a Miss Zhao Da saying she needs to see you urgently. She's waiting for you at the coffee shop next door."
Zhou Yu was slightly startled.
Zhao Da?
Why has she come again?
"Okay, I got it."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yu thought for a moment and decided to go see what she wanted.
He dressed and went downstairs to the coffee shop next door.
Sure enough, Zhao Da was sitting at a booth near the entrance.
Seeing Zhou Yu enter, she immediately stood up and waved.
"Zhou Yu, I'm here."
Zhou Yu looked at Zhao Da's attire and was momentarily stunned.
She was naturally a seductively charming woman, but today, dressed in a black silk dress that hugged her curves, she seemed even more alluring.
More outrageous was the low-cut tank top she wore.
