I Wonder Who the Red Alliance Will Send This Time

"Eight o'clock."

Seeing that she had agreed, Slim Waist Control quickly handed her the invitation.

"The time and place are on it. Big Boss, you can enter with this."

Qiao Nian asked him to put down the invitation letter. Her legs were still on the coffee table, and her posture was valiant. She lowered her eyes and replied on her cell phone.

Seeing that she was on her cell phone seriously, Slim Waist Control thought that she was sending an important message and gradually shut his mouth.

…

In the presidential suite of the same hotel.

Ye Wangchuan had just come out of the shower and changed into a bathrobe. His black hair hung on his forehead, dripping with water. His facial features were extremely defined, sexy and charming.

Not in a hurry to blow dry his hair after coming out of the bathroom, he bent down and casually picked up a towel to put on his shoulder. He then picked up the cell phone that was charging at the side.