Wen Meimei's face grew hotter and hotter. Really, why on earth did she discuss this kind of thing with him!
Damn, it made her look like an idiot!
"Cough, then no more business here; I have to attend my dad's birthday banquet. You go do your stuff," Wen Meimei said, attempting to get out of bed.
Qiao Chengxun wrapped his arm around her slender waist, sat up with her, kissed her on the cheek, and then let her go, saying, "I'll go with you."
Wen Meimei: "..."
Had King of Hell Qiao lost his mind???
Hadn't he rejected her before?
Or was it just charity for this one-time fling?
Qiao Chengxun got out of bed and walked to the wardrobe and found a suit that was well-tailored, which he promptly put on.
Wen Meimei sneaked a peek at the man's smooth, strong back, swallowed her saliva, and asked uncertainly, "Aren't you busy?"
"I promised to accompany you, and I won't go back on my word," Qiao Chengxun responded indifferently.
Huh?