Although her experience before transmigrating told her that this software was very popular, Chu Ning still wanted to do better. Therefore, she, the CEO of the Soaring Clouds Group, wanted to personally experience it.
"Alright." Zhang Bo was a little embarrassed. Since Chu Ning had said so, he could only follow her and hand out the flyers.
In a luxury hotel in M City, Zhou Hao was lying on a massage chair in the presidential suite.
The swelling on his face had not completely subsided, and he was currently applying an ice pack.
At the same time, there were two slim female masseuses intimately serving him.
He squinted his eyes and peacefully enjoyed the beauty of that moment.
"Chu Ning, and that b**** Dong Nan, just you wait. You'll all go to hell sooner or later!" Zhou Hao thought to himself, not forgetting to pinch the softest part of the female masseuse's body.