The long-haired girl spoke softly, "Director Zhang, I'll take you back..."
Li Zaijun suddenly felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.
Did she really not know, or was she pretending not to know, what might happen when taking a man back to his hotel?
That greasy man had just touched her thigh.
And he had made her drink so much.
Yet, she still agreed to take the man.
At that moment, several figures appeared from the staircase on the second floor.
Leading the way were a man and a woman, the man tall with a neat suit, the middle-aged woman dignified and elegant, followed by several assistants.
Li Zaijun hadn't noticed this scene yet; what first caught her attention was the project manager's surprised call:
"Goodness, isn't this Mr. Shen from the Shen Group, hello, hello."
That obsequious voice poured into her ears, causing her to start slightly.
Mr. Shen...?
Her gaze slowly shifted over, and a familiar male figure entered her vision.
