"Rubbish! I asked the staff to lead me to your room. I’m here for you. Help me!"
Qin Guan sat still. "Who are you? I’m confident about my memory. Forgive me, but I have never met you before. What can I do for you?"
The woman finished her wine and placed the cup on the floor. Her skirt was hanging down again.
"Hey, Qinqin. Don’t be so nervous. This is not funny. You’re wondering who I am?" She showed her shining ring to him. "What brand is this?"
Qin Guan glanced at it before replying, "Cartier."
"Bingo! Good eyesight! I’m Fang Meiya, the general director of Cartier in Asia. I’m lonely. Could you keep me company tonight?"
Qin Guan's eyes widened in astonishment. He had heard every word she’d said, but failed to understand them.
Before he could come back to his senses, Fang had come closer. Her flying red skirt was like a dangerous poppy.
