"So that's how it is."
Tang Ming suddenly saw the light, feeling a bit stifled inside. Damn it, if he called for services himself, Zhou Jian would definitely get the news. If others found out, he'd be disdained to death.
He was surrounded by pretty women, yet he had to pay for services. Tang Ming was almost disdaining himself.
"Cough, cough, I just want to ask, it's so late… does the hotel still provide services?"
Tang Ming asked unwillingly.
"What service do you need? Mr. Zhou instructed that no matter what service our guests need, we will provide it at any time."
The receptionist replied with a smile.
"I want..."
Tang Ming opened his mouth, face flushed red, not knowing how to continue: "Forget it, I want to sleep."
"Alright, good night."
The receptionist responded politely and then hung up the phone.
"Oh my! This is ridiculous!"
Tang Ming put down the phone, almost crying without tears, thinking how difficult it was to get anything done.
