Nights in Singapore were especially restless, given that Sheng Xiao was there to deal with a Huang Yao counterfeit that had appeared on the market.
He was speaking to people on this side of the world who knew that he had come to make trouble.
Therefore, everything that he wanted, from cigars to beauties, were provided—even a top celebrity was being delivered to his arms.
When she saw Sheng Xiao whipping out his phone even as he talked business, she could not help giggling. "Who could be so important to Young Master Sheng?"
Sheng Xiao smiled wickedly and lifted her chin. "Someone more important than you are, of course. And now that you know, why don't you scoot?"
"Young Master Sheng…"
"Get lost." With a single line, Sheng Xiao sent off that beauty.
He was going to need to rub his fingers with a hot towel in his hotel later. There was no telling what viruses lurked beneath that woman's chin.