Miss Zhou hurriedly got out of bed, her bare feet stepping on the floor, her toes involuntarily curled from humiliation and shame. Dressed like this, that man didn't even glance at her, leaving in such a hurried manner, as if she was completely unattractive to him.
As the treasured daughter of the Zhou Family who was sought after in Beicheng, when had she ever been treated so coldly?
Fu Jichen was almost at the door, a moment later and he'd disappear from the room. Miss Zhou mustered all her courage to call out to him: "Mr. Fu, please wait a moment."
Even being treated like this, Miss Zhou didn't want to give up this hard-won opportunity.
"My dress was taken for dry cleaning by the hotel staff, could I trouble you to help urge them?" Miss Zhou pinched the hem of her slip dress, her legs straight and slender, her fair cheeks tinged with a thin layer of red, looking shyly and timidly at the man's broad back, hoping he would turn around and look at her.
