Regent Hotel.
Zhang Jingjing was eating a small Korean-style grilled sausage.
"That scared me to death. He almost heard us."
"Isn't this the kind of thrill you like?" Wang Haichen said.
"Not like this. We can't play like this again."
Pouting playfully, Zhang Jingjing lay back down.
"Brother Ming, didn't you want a turn? You go first."
Wang Haichen said, looking at Pan Yongbin, who was sitting to the side.
The three of them had gone to a bar that night. Wang Haichen had secretly told Zhang Jingjing his idea, but she had refused. In the end, they came up with a compromise: let Pan Yongbin join in.
This way, the problem was solved, and the risk of exposure was eliminated.
"Then I won't be polite."
"Brother Ming, I just lit my cigarette. How are you already done?"
"That actually got me a little excited. I'll go again later."
About ten minutes later, the two had finished their "battle."
A master's duel is always brief and to the point.
