But at the last moment, reason pulled him back.
Ye Cheng slowly clenched his palm into a fist, got up, walked to the bedroom, and picked up the phone to make a call.
Not long after, Zhang Qi, the manager of Zimei Club, arrived.
"Come in and take your boss away." Ye Cheng opened the door and said expressionlessly.
Zhang Qi walked in, puzzled, and upon seeing the woman sleeping on the sofa, he looked troubled and said, "This... men and women shouldn't be in close proximity, how am I supposed to take her back?"
He had driven over alone after receiving Ye Cheng's call.
"Don't you have hands?" Ye Cheng glanced at him.
"I-I can't possibly carry her! If Boss Zi found out, I'd definitely be fired tomorrow." Zhang Qi said sullenly.
Zimei was considered the unattainable, glamorous goddess in the eyes of the club's staff.
To carry her?
Even with ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare!
Ye Cheng's face suddenly turned cold.
So, what was the point of him calling this person over?
