She hugged her snow-white shoulders, and a more snow-white, towering part seemed like it might break free at any moment, revealing its true form from the darkness...
"Nice shot!"
Basement level, billiard room.
Watching as Zhang Shihao made an incredibly difficult edge shot, Zhou Wang couldn't help but clap and laugh.
"Hahaha, I think it was a nice shot too. Old Tan, what do you say?"
"I'll admit defeat, what else can I say... I'm done, I'm done, not in the mood today. Mr. Zhang, let's leave it here, I owe you ninety thousand in total."
The company's vice president, Tan Yongfang, shrugged helplessly and put his cue aside.
"Damn, you old rascal want to dodge the bill again, no way, you have to settle it today..."
"Cough, cough, let's talk next time, the wife is urging me to go home... Um, Mr. Zhou, I'll be off now!"
Tan Yongfang picked up his jacket and, after greeting Zhou Wang, was ready to make his escape.
