Ma, Ma Zhihao?
The two men heard the name Ma Zhihao, and their expressions faltered.
Upon hearing Ma Zhihao tell them to get lost, they really turned and scrambled away.
Ma Zhihao, they couldn't afford to provoke him!
After they left, Ma Zhihao tilted his head and looked at Luo Chunxiao, who was crying like a beauty in distress yet reeking of alcohol: "Which room are you staying in?"
"I... I..." Luo Chunxiao stammered twice, feeling her head was spinning heavily, and her vision went black, fainting directly towards Ma Zhihao.
Ma Zhihao took a deep breath in disgust and quickly reached out to press her shoulder, then dragged her into his room.
Reaching the sofa, he tossed Luo Chunxiao onto it.
As Luo Chunxiao was falling towards the sofa, Ma Zhihao's body also followed.
This woman, one hand clutched tightly to his jacket, the other fiercely pulling at his tie.
"Let go!" Ma Zhihao said coldly, clearly disliking her.
