Beauty, hotel, room reservation, nine o'clock at night—words that sparked the imagination. Each keyword alone was enough to send one's thoughts racing.
However, Qin Heng was no ordinary man; his expression remained calm. He opened the voice message and said indifferently, "Speak properly."
Obviously, the previous voice message had been a joke. Qin Heng could tell.
DING-DONG!
Chu Qixi sent another voice message on WeChat.
"Oh, Young Master Qin, you're really meticulous. Actually, it's An Qi's birthday tonight. We're holding a party at the Hilton Hotel and would like to invite you. Plus, we've already booked a room for you there."
An Qi, Wei Anqi?
