"Meili, Meili, you really misunderstood, I... I better take my leave."
Chen Fang was about to turn the doorknob.
He Meili suddenly said, "Secretary Chen, if you really leave, you won't see the performance my sister and I prepared for you."
"Performance? What performance?"
Chen Fang was taken aback.
He Meili turned to look at Zhang Shihua.
It seemed like they were communicating with their eyes.
Zhang Shihua bit her lip.
She walked straight to the door.
She removed Chen Fang's hand from the doorknob.
Then she held his hand and said, "Secretary Chen, you have helped us a lot. Meili is right, since you made a promise, you should keep it. Come with me."
Chen Fang was bewildered.
Under Zhang Shihua's guidance, he entered her boudoir.
She pulled up a chair.
Let Chen Fang sit down.
At this time.
He Meili also came in and locked the bedroom door behind her.
The two stood facing each other.
As if they had made some sort of resolute decision.
