The two young women thought he loved playing that kind of game, pressing their lips together in smiles.
They stepped closer, preparing to lean against Song Shi'an's chest.
"Mr. Song, let us take good care of you tonight," a woman said with a coy smile.
Song Shi'an quickly scooted back, crossing his arms over his chest with a face full of wariness, "Don't you come any closer! If you keep this up, I'm calling the police!"
In the dead of night like this, he was terrified!
At this moment, he was just like Tang Sanzang entering Pansi Cave.
Seeing that Song Shi'an was genuinely resistant, the woman frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Aren't you the one who called us over? What innocence are you putting on now?"
Song Shi'an: "???"
Heaven and earth be witness!
When on earth did he call them?!
Such a huge, undeserved pot had just been clapped right onto his back?
"President Zhou sent us, saying you agreed to it," the woman continued.
President Zhou? Zhou Jianning?
Song Shi'an felt around the head of the bed for his phone and took a look. Sure enough, right there in his text messages, he spotted the texts Zhou Jianning had sent.
[Assistant Song, can you please put in a good word for me with President Lu and raise the price a little? Rest assured, as long as you can get the price raised, I can give you a generous reward!]
[Assistant Song, how about I send someone over to take care of you tonight?]
Half an hour had passed since this message, and seeing that Song Shi'an still hadn't replied.
That person had sent a direct follow-up: [Assistant Song, if you don't refuse, I'll take your silence as a yes.]
Holy crap!
He had already been fast asleep