Inside an extremely luxuriously decorated private room.
At least seven or eight completely naked women were shaking their heads and swaying frantically to the exciting music, holding bottles, tossing their heads back and forth as their bodies convulsed.
To say it was a demonic dance would not be an exaggeration.
In the middle of the sofa sat a man in a suit and leather shoes, wearing glasses, staring at such an erotic scene, yet without any expression on his face.
The moment he saw Zhang Jiangming appear, he immediately stood up, lifted his wine glass, and said, "Come, bring Director Zhang over to me."
The several crazed women, as if following an order,
swayed their hips and fluttered their chests, quickly surrounding Zhang Jiangming.
Two women, one in front and one behind, deliberately rubbed their ample breasts against Zhang Jiangming's chest and back.
Today, Zhang Jiangming was in no mood to play.
He pushed the women in front of him away with his hands.