Shi Jing and Xu Jiao indeed had their own style.
After having fun, going crazy, and enjoying themselves to their heart's content, they actually checked out.
They had already reserved another presidential suite on the same floor of this hotel, down the corridor.
Anyway, all expenses were paid by Qian Xuan, so they didn't have to worry about the cost, nor could they; it was a matter of professional discipline!
To some people, money is just paper, a symbol or code, without much of a concept attached to it.
But to many others, alas, money is life...
This arrangement was good; it didn't disturb Liu Zhizhong, nor did it affect his actions and lifestyle here.
Was Liu Zhizhong comfortable or helpless with this kind of treatment?
Actually, he felt numb but pretty cool.
No matter where he went, there were always big shots from these circles serving him from behind; how could he not feel cool?
The next morning, he got up, freshened up, and ordered breakfast to his room.