She turned back to smile at Beiming Wuji, bringing the key card to the door. A "beep" sound indicated the door was unlocked. Long Xuxu stepped in first, with Beiming Wuji following behind her.
The lights inside the room were on and the door automatically closed behind them.
A peculiar scent lingered in the spacious Presidential Suite, but there was no one in the bedroom.
Long Xuxu was somewhat bewildered. Weren't Beiming Han and Gu Qingxin supposed to be here? Why is nobody around?
"Xuxu, where is the contract?" asked Beiming Wuji.
He inexplicably felt a surge of heat wash over his body, and Long Xuxu softened, sinking into the bed.
"Uncle..." As soon as Long Xuxu spoke out, even she was startled by the sultriness of her own voice.
"Xuxu..." Beiming Wuji watched the woman before him, the white shirt on her body appearing exceedingly seductive from his perspective.