"Who are you? How did you get in here?" Liu Heng looked in panic at Zhou Yang, who had appeared in the suite. He instinctively grabbed a pair of pants from the floor to cover his shameful state.
SLAP!
Zhou Yang didn't answer Liu Heng's question. Instead, he casually lit a cigarette, his eyes half-closed. Glancing sideways at Liu Heng, he nodded towards Zhu Xiuyue on the bed and asked lightly, "Who is this woman to you?"
"She... she is my woman, of course... Why are you asking? Do you know her?" Liu Heng looked at Zhou Yang with an alert expression. He could sense that this man probably wasn't someone to mess with.
"No... I don't know her... just passing through..." Zhou Yang shook his head and said with a laugh.
"Then get the hell out. If you leave now, I won't make a fuss. Otherwise, I'm calling security..." Liu Heng glared fiercely at Zhou Yang and threatened.
