A few minutes later.
After listening to Song Guanchao's account, Su Nanzhi suddenly understood what was going on.
As a journalist, she was interested in the injustice between classes, but had no interest in Song Guanchao's attempt to attract investment.
She curled her lips: "I thought it was something important."
Song Guanchao laughed and said: "Why, do you feel like you've lost out?"
"What would I lose?" Su Nanzhi's eyes were alluring, glancing at his abs, then below them: "I received the service for free, if there's any loss, it's yours."
This woman was truly carefree.
Song Guanchao pulled her into his arms, turned over and pressed down: "Then let me serve you well again."
"Come on!" Su Nanzhi hooked his neck, showing no hesitation despite it being the first time.
…
Song Guanchao didn't dare stay with her for too long. After feeding her twice, he left.
He held the list of companies provided by Su Nanzhi, returned to his room, and pondered his next move.
