"Huangfu... Mr. President, it was me, I disturbed... your room."
The one who entered was a little maid with delicate features, looking at Huai Fu Yueming with trepidation.
Huai Fu Yueming's handsome brow furrowed as the fierce blood energy surged inside him, making his voice hoarse from the torment. He said coldly, "Get out!"
The little maid glanced at him but didn't leave.
Huai Fu Yueming's tall frame slid to the ground, kneeling on one knee as darkness encroached his vision, and he felt like he was about to faint.
At that moment, a small hand took hold of his large palm, and a soft, timid voice sounded in his ear, "Mr. President, what's wrong with you, are you feeling very uncomfortable, I can... help you."
Huai Fu Yueming barely lifted his eyelids to look at the little maid in front of him, and then forcefully shoved her away, he growled, "Get lost!"
After speaking, his large frame heavily collapsed onto the carpet.
