Seven minutes in heaven
Luo Muchen's heart grew cold. As expected the man had already identified his weakness and learnt to manipulate it to his advantage.
"Lead the way," he said his tone tyrannical like an overlord addressing an insignificant underling.
"Right this way," said the man opening the bathroom door. Luo Muchen was led to the manager's office through a private elevator. The private room they were in gave them the illusion that they were on the top floor but it turns out there was another floor above that.
When the door was knocked a woman opened it and sauntered out. Qie Xieling's brows twitched when he saw that face that was eighty per cent similar to his mother's. If he was drunk he might have mistaken her for his mother. She might look like her but her walk and mannerisms weren't the same.