Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
âI am going to the washroom.â
Lu Zhaoyang smiled elegantly as she got to her feet and left the private dining room.
In the hallway, she heard the voices of men and women.
When she walked past a room with its door wide open, she unintentionally got a glimpse of the inside.
But after a few steps, she doubled back with an unbelievable look on her face and then stood at the door looking at the familiar face inside the room.
Even with the heavy makeup on the womanâs face, Lu Zhaoyang could still recognize her at a glance. The woman was Mo Shan.
She was sitting on the lap of a man with a big belly, letting the manâs big hand touch her.
Licking the wine off her red lips, Mo Shan looked profligate, entirely unlike the noble lady that she used to be.
Lu Zhaoyang was rooted to the spot, speechless.
She knew something had happened to Mo Shan. But she did not expect that Mo Shan could fall so low.
The middle-aged man seemed to have a good time. He held Mo Shanâs small waist and said, âBaby, letâs go back to the room and have fun.â
There was a hint of despising look on Mo Shanâs face. She resisted the urge to vomit as the man held her up.
Lu Zhaoyang came out of her thoughts and quickly hid in a corner, peeking from behind the wall as the man and Mo Shan went in the opposite direction.
While they were on their way, the manâs hand fondled Mo Shanâs beautiful back as he pleased while Mo Shan seemed to be avoiding him. But the man quickly held her close to him.
Lu Zhaoyang could see that Mo Shan did not want this.
There were rooms upstairs, which meant they were going to...
Thinking of that, Lu Zhaoyang quickly caught up with them.
âMo Shan!â
Mo Shanâs brows knitted together hearing Lu Zhaoyangâs voice. Compared to this old pervert, Mo Shan would rather not see Lu Zhaoyang.
âWho are you calling?â The fat man glanced at Lu Zhaoyang; amazement quickly replaced impatience on his face. âWow, beauty. If you donât mind, let us get to âknowâ each other more!â
The man smirked, thinking that he was handsome. He nudged Mo Shan with his shoulder. âIs this your sister? Not bad at all.â
He leered at Lu Zhaoyang, and his eyes beaming with light as he reached to grab her.
âTake your dirty hands off me! Donât you dare to touch me!â Lu Zhaoyang glared at him.
âOh, who are you that I would not dare to touch you?â The man snorted. âDo you know who I am?â
âOh, yeah? Are you sure you dare touch Huo Yuntingâs sister?â The disdain looks on Lu Zhaoyangâs face was even more intimidating than the manâs. âI dare you to even touch my finger. I think you know very well what Huo Yunting would do to you.â
âHuo Yuntingâs sister?â
The man carefully sized her up. She looked somewhat familiar now; she had appeared together with President Huo last time.
Lu Zhaoyang saw the hesitation in the man and shouted, âLet her go!â
Huo Yuntingâs name came in handy when it came to dealing with such people.
âAhh, I see. You are President Huoâs sister. I will surely give face!â
The man took his hand off Mo Shan before running into the elevator with a sour face.
Now, there were only two of them in the quiet corridor.
Mo Shan looked at Lu Zhaoyang with a deadpan face. She stepped back and leaned against the wall, yelling as she pointed at the corridor behind Lu Zhaoyang, âGet out of my sight! I donât need you to save me, and donât you ever think of seeing me making a fool of myself!â