The suppressing vibe that loomed over her from the side made Song Yaoyao grip onto her phone. She slowly shrunk back into the coat, exposing only the top of her head.
It felt as though she could avoid a great calamity by doing this.
However, the coat was suddenly torn away. Song Yaoyao looked timidly into the man's amused eyes. "Muscles? Strip dancing?"
"Ahem—"
Song Yaoyao wished she could crawl through the phone at that moment and strangle Tang Xinrou on the other side.
Was she trying to get her killed?
The girl's dark eyes darted. Holding back her fear, she suddenly wrapped her arms around the man's neck passionately and kissed him on the chin coquettishly.
"Gege~ I'm wrong~~"
She pouted her lips. Her voice was delicate and soft.
"Which floor?" Huo Yunque asked as he carried her into the elevator.
"Gege... I promise. I didn't hire those escorts! It really has nothing to do with me!"
