Xu Xia?!
Leng Zirui turned his head, looking at Lei Qingqing, whose face bore an ambiguous smile.
Lei Qingqing was not like Roselia; she wasn't a casual woman, but that didn't mean she couldn't handle other women.
Lei Wenting had mentioned before to make sure Leng Zirui was pleased, hinting at catering to his preferences.
Lei Qingqing was in charge of matters in the red-light district, never short on women, but she knew those kinds wouldn't catch Leng Zirui's eye. She was still pondering what kind of woman to find for him tonight.
A moment ago, she was worried Leng Zirui might cling to her, but now seeing his interest in Xu Xia, Lei Qingqing was secretly delighted.
Lei Qingqing didn't understand art, nor music. To her, Xu Xia was just a somewhat famous, pretty vase. If Xu Xia could be used to adorn the hotel opening, she could also be used to please Mr. ROY.
"Ha—" Leng Zirui laughed out loud, "Qing Qing, you might not know me well; what I want is not just to get her into bed."
