"Hehe..." Qiao Anmu smiled painfully, glancing around the presidential suite. This was booked by someone else, hoping to spend a good night with Fang Chen here.,The man seemed to be angered by her words. His thin lips curled into a sinister smile, not becoming gentle, but rather more unrestrained and wild.,Joanne jolted awake, got out of bed, and put on her clothes. She glanced back at the man lying in bed, still too afraid to turn on the light. If this old geezer ever found out what happened, she would have nightmares for life.。