She turned and headed for the stairs. Young Master Chu curled his lips in satisfaction, picked up a tissue to wipe his hands. "President Mo, excuse me, I've still got things to do."
Mo Beiyan slanted a look at the smile on his lips. Fuck, did he have to make the hint that obvious?!
Doing it that blatantly!
He even had someone bump into him on purpose. Mo Nanjue, could you be any more childish?!
Mo Beiyan stood there with a dark face, not moving. Young Master Chu brushed past his shoulder and walked out, and as they collided he dropped a barely audible sentence by his ear, "She's not going back tonight."
"..."
Mo Beiyan's pupils shrank. By the time he came back to his senses, Young Master Chu's figure was already far away.
He picked up the champagne at his side and downed a large gulp. His throat was hoarse and parched. Mo Beiyan reached up to yank off his tie, snatched a set of car keys from a waiter's tray, and strode out of the casino.
Fourth floor of GK.
