The driver glanced up at the rearview mirror and noticed her peculiar expression. "Miss, if you don't tell me your destination, how am I supposed to know where you want to go?"
Wei Anning frowned deeply. After thinking for a long while, her brows finally relaxed. "Take me to Beicheng Tower."
Only then did the driver press the accelerator, and the taxi sped off.
The next day, Leng Youchen woke up on the hotel's king-sized bed with a splitting headache. Last night, during a social engagement, he had a few too many drinks. By the time he left, he was completely unconscious. In the haze, he seemed to hear Li Dong's voice asking if he wanted to return to Dongshan Villa.
He mumbled something, but beyond that, he remembered nothing.
Sitting up, he realized he wasn't wearing anything. His eyes darkened, and his gaze turned chilling as he surveyed the surroundings. This was a presidential suite, extravagantly adorned in gold and luxury.
