The downstairs revelry continued as usual, with people eating, drinking, and having fun without noticing anything amiss.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere on the second floor dropped to freezing point.
Zhou Xue, who was blocked at the bathroom door by President Zhang, showed an impatient expression on her face and spoke with a hint of anger, "President Zhang, what do you mean by this?"
"Zhou Xue, let's not beat around the bush. I've had my eye on you for quite a while. Why don't you keep me company for a while?"
Peh, you shameless old pervert!
"President Zhang, I'm not sure what you mean." Although Zhou Xue was swearing in her heart, she still maintained a smiling expression on her face.
President Zhang actually explained, "I mean, why don't you come to my bedroom for a bit?"
"Sorry, it's not convenient for me. Why don't you let me leave? I'm sure you don't want to blow this up, right?"
