As Zhao Rong and his assistant approached the room's door, they couldn't help but exchange smiles, both thinking the same thing: This place is really nice. Truly custom-tailored. Even the door has a unique flair. Once inside, there must be a series of small, private booths.
However, when they walked into the "custom-tailored" room, they were instantly stunned. Although the door was small, it opened into a vast hall.
Zhao Rong looked around and couldn't help but wonder, With such a large hall, how are we supposed to receive services in here?
His assistant also broke out in a cold sweat. Isn't it a bit crowded in this hall? How are we supposed to relax and let loose?
Just as Zhao Rong and his assistant were feeling puzzled, two tall, burly men wrapped in bath towels walked toward them, talking and laughing. The assistant stepped back, looked at Zhao Rong, and whispered, "Brother Zhao Rong, this is bad! The Chairman and Wang Xiaopeng are heading this way…"
