"What's the task?" Yu Pingluo curiously asked, running a hand through his messy hair.
When one of the women reached over to tease him, he stood up in his naked glory and made his way to the bar counter of his presidential suite of a hotel owned by none other than Zhao Corporation. He must admit, their hotels always had the best hospitality, security, and services.
Speaking of the Zhaos, he recalled Yang Feng's new lover was Zhao Lifei, who was rumored to be the most likely candidate for inheriting the majority of Zhao Moyao's fortune and position. She was also the closest friend of the woman whose face ran through his mind like a broken record, day and night. Just the thought of her was enough to break his heart, forcing him to swagger his way to the Russian Vodka selection.
"Scope out high-security houses."
