Milan, Italy.
Bai Yeyuan stood against the railing on the balcony of the second floor of the high-class club.
The tail of his suit was rather long, blocking the movement of a hand below.
When Jonson’s footsteps came from behind, accompanied by a woman’s smile and Jonson’s hearty greeting,.
He decisively cut off the call with Xiao Ning.
At the same time, he pulled out his hand.
He zipped up his pants.
As if nothing had happened, he turned around without batting an eyelid and answered, “Yes.”
Jonson was full of enthusiasm and kept trying to persuade him:
“Bai! Why did you come out in the middle of drinking just now? Don’t you like Anna? She praised you for being the most manly oriental man she has ever seen. She’s crazy about you and wants you to bring her back to the hotel for the night...”
