Zhu Xiangcheng heard that there was a business drinking party that night, and that Lu Tingxiao would be there.
He got there early and had specially made a few preparations, but as he had expected from the beginning, Lu Tingxiao really could not be coerced or persuaded.
Lu Tingxiao hadn’t even glanced at the priceless antique calligraphy painting which he had acquired with difficulty, and when he had looked at the fresh, unplucked girl that had been discreetly sent to him, it was no different to as if he was looking at a cauliflower.
Zhu Xiangcheng was feeling very anxious when his phone rang.
"Hello, what took you so long, is it all done?"
"Yes, we have her, we’re on our way!"
"Hurry up! Make sure to get her here in ten minutes! Room 808, don't get it wrong!"
"Don’t worry, we’ll get her to you on time! Tch, Boss Zhu, this girl is a knockout, even we were moved!"
