In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, Beijing.
Fang Yazhu had just stepped out of the shower clad in a bathrobe when his peripheral vision caught sight of someone standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
His movement froze for the briefest second, but then he quickly snapped back to his senses and demanded in anger, "Who are you?! How dare you trespass into my room! Men, where are—"
