Song Guanchao jerked in shock, his head hitting the car roof.
"Cut it out, we're outside."
"I'll just touch it a bit."
Zeng Li unzipped, reached in and held it; it wasn't long before it became bigger.
"Brother Song, coming to my place later?"
"Not going, not going, have to work tomorrow."
"Hmph, bad guy!"
Zeng Li slapped Xiao Song twice, making Song Guanchao's face ache.
...
Club.
Opposite room 308, room 310.
The young girl personally led Li He and his group into the room.
"Gentlemen, what services do you need?"
"Come over here."
Li He beckoned with his finger. The girl hesitated, then walked over and bent down to put her ear closer.
Li He whispered softly, his warm breath making the girl's cheeks flush, her heart racing.
"Understood?"
"Got it."
"Good."
Li He complimented her, then gave Zhao Qian and the others a look.
Zhao Qian grabbed the handbag and placed it on the coffee table: "Do the job well, and all of this is your tip."
