"Oh my God, I'm dead tired," Luo Ziling collapsed onto the sofa without caring about the several women behind him, lying there with no regard for his image, "These gatherings are really boring, don't invite me to them anymore."
Dealing with so many officials, having to watch what you say, keeping up appearances, making small talk, exchanging business cards, and greeting others, Luo Ziling really wanted to leave halfway through. Luckily, quite a few pretty and sexy women came to flirt with him, some even hinting at throwing themselves at him, so Luo Ziling found a bit of satisfaction.
Men can be vain too; being admired and praised naturally uplifts the mood.
But by the time the gathering ended and Luo Ziling returned to his room, he was still shouting about how exhausted he was.
"Can you keep me out of these gatherings in the future?" Luo Ziling requested of Ling Ruonan, "They're no fun at all!"
