"I, I want to talk to my sister."
Zhang Kun, who took over the conversation, said, "She's right there, you know. Speak up; she can hear you."
Ye Shiqing didn't dare engage with him.
Nan Jiaojiao, as if on purpose, waited a very long time before slowly saying, "Room 702, don't get it wrong."
Ye Shiqing looked at the hung-up screen, trembling with rage.
That bitch!
Couldn't she just close her eyes and sleep with Zhang Kun?
Why on earth did she have to call her over?
Now, she was stuck and couldn't leave.
A few men dressed as bodyguards emerged at the entrance of the restaurant, looking around. Ye Shiqing didn't dare move, fearing they were there for her.
With no other choice, Ye Shiqing steeled herself and went upstairs.
Taking a deep breath, she swapped to a smiling face as she pushed the door open.
"Sister, I'm here."
Upon entering, she eagerly scanned the inside, intentionally only looking at Nan Jiaojiao.
