There's nothing he could do, Xu Xiangbei hadn't had any alcohol, so he just kept eating fruits. They were really delicious, but after a while, he felt his lower abdomen was a bit bloated, so he came out to the hall to use the restroom. Actually, there was one in the private room as well, but Xu Xiangbei rarely comes here, and he wanted to get some fresh air.
After dealing with his bodily needs, Xu Xiangbei felt a burst of relief, whistling as he walked down the corridor, when he heard shouting and saw two bodyguards standing at the door of one of the private rooms.
"Sir, please don't do this?" Tang Xinyi was in some pain, desperately protecting herself, her face full of misery.
"Don't do what?" The man speaking was named Zhang Debiao. He was about 1.8 meters tall, over thirty years old, not good-looking, even with a scar on his face - one could say he was quite ugly. He wore a black suit and leather shoes, an outfit that was completely at odds with his own aura.
