Although Jiang Siming had taken such advantage of her, Ishihara Satomi was not angry. She just lowered her head and pursed her lips.
It seemed like she was silently protesting why Jiang Siming had to make a move on her in the taxi. It was too embarrassing...
"Let's go, back to the hotel to sleep," Jiang Siming said, dismissing Ishihara Satomi's little grievance and protest. Sleep... sleep?
Ishihara Satomi, holding Jiang Siming's hand, felt like a puppet being pulled along, allowing Jiang Siming to lead her into the hotel.
"Good evening, Chairman!"
"Good evening, Chairman!"
As soon as they entered, Ishihara Satomi heard the hotel staff greeting Jiang Siming.
"Chairman? Onisan, is this hotel yours?" Ishihara Satomi asked, somewhat surprised.
Jiang Siming didn't answer her. Instead, he walked up to the front desk and said, "Check if a Japanese woman named Takahashi has returned to the hotel."