Bai Xi bit his lower lip gently, sobbed silently, looked up at Felix Bush, and seemed to be scared by his cold face. The dumb voice promised again: "You can rest assured that we never happened last night."
"But..."
Her face flushed. "Could you ask room service to send me a suit? You tore it last night."
On the beige marble tiles, a white lace dress was draped over the black trousers, and a big hole was torn in the skirt.
Felix Bush glanced at it, and his face became more gloomy.
Baixi hurriedly said, "I'll let them send it myself."
Felix Bush didn't respond and went straight out of the room.
The presidential suite is very big, so he went to the vacant room next door.
The door of the room was closed, and only Baixi was left in the quiet room. She changed her weak crying appearance, and her lips evoked a successful smile.
In the empty room next door, Felix Bush just entered the room and suddenly hit the wall with a punch. His handsome face was full of rage.