"Stop the car!"
Li Shengxiao clenched his fists tightly, forcibly suppressing his body's reaction.
"Squeal!" The Bentley emitted a piercing screech, coming to an abrupt halt at the side of the road.
Gu Ming, who was driving in front, quickly turned his head and asked, "Mr. Li, what's wrong?"
"Find a hotel!"
"A hotel?"
What for?
Didn't the Lan Club have suites? If the president didn't want to go back, he could just stay at the Lan Club.
"Just look for any hotel nearby, I need one right now!" Li Shengxiao didn't explain the reason; he just gave the order.
Even if Gu Ming didn't understand what he was up to, he obediently looked for a nearby four-star hotel and booked a room.
That was the only place with stars in the vicinity; the rest were just small inns.
The president couldn't possibly stay at a small inn, could he?
"Mr. Li." Once they reached the hotel room, Gu Ming helped open the door, "Here we are, this is the place."