"I was in there for four hours with nothing but champagne and mineral water. Don't you think I'd be hungry?"
Shen Jing was stating a fact.
She touched her lower abdomen; it felt lean, not an ounce of fat. She casually gave it a pinch.
Shen Jing let out a small cry, then suddenly said, "Chairman Zhou isn't thinking of joining us at the restaurant, is he? I don't mind. If you want to come, please do. You're generous; if you'd like to treat us, that's fine too."
This mouth of hers...
He said in a deep voice, "Get off."
Alright, she could finally escape. She quickly scrambled off Zhou Luchen, clutching her wrinkled dress.
She stepped on something sharp that made her stumble in pain, and she couldn't find her high heels.
"Turn on the light, Zhou Luchen! I can't find my shoes."
The light remained off. The shadowy figure had already reached the door, opened it, and left without a single backward glance.
