Chen Dashan smiled at the corners of his mouth, watching the panting Fei Wan with detached calm.
Looking at Chen Dashan at this moment, Fei Wan felt he was a complete stranger, nothing like the timid desk mate she remembered.
His gaze was sharp, aggressive.
"I..."
Fei Wan licked her red lips; she understood this man's gaze!
For a better life in the future, Fei Wan knew she had to give something up. She immediately said softly, "Shall we talk in the private room?"
"Okay!"
Chen Dashan smiled.
...
The Night Color Hotel, which combined dining, lodging, and entertainment, had a staff member who led Chen Dashan to a room on the second floor after receiving a heads-up.
Fei Wan followed behind Chen Dashan in her high heels.
"It's this one. Mr. Chen, our manager said that you can make any request, and our hotel will do its best to meet it."
The attendant was very respectful to Chen Dashan. This attitude made Fei Wan, who followed behind, feel proud.
"Got it, you're free to go!"
