"M's, who on earth ordered Qian Qian? Lu Qingliu, why let Qian Qian go to someone else's private room? Didn't you know that I wrapped her up? Over the corridor, a wild voice reverberated, daring to speak like that in such places, apparently with some identities.

"Liao Shao, here are the VIPs of the Military Region, and we have not contracted this kind of thing in Qingyuan. Everything depends on their willingness. Qian Qian is willing to go to this compartment, and I can't help it." A man's voice is gentle and euphemistic, but the hardness and contempt in his bones apparently do not really take this fellow named Liao...