Tap, tap, tap, tap...
This wasn't the sound of bullets firing but the sound of high heels striking the floor.
As for why it was intermittent, Zhou Wang speculated... it should be because the person wearing them wasn't familiar with them.
Lying on the king-sized bed in Suite 606 again, Zhou Wang rested his head on his hands, his mind empty, but he started pondering tonight's charity dinner.
With the experience of "Wuyou Night," Zhou Wang wasn't deterred by such large events. The only thing that troubled him now was whether Ding Yi, Xia Xiwei, and Jiang Qingkui would cause any trouble when they meet at the dinner.
Jiang Qingkui was alright; due to the contract and work relationship, he could manage. But Ding Yi and Xia Xiwei were completely out of his control...
Zhou Wang briefly avoided facing it to give himself more time to think of a way to resolve the conflict between the two.
However, this solution was indeed hard to come up with...
