Wang Meng walked out of the restroom with a smug look on his face, and when he saw the group of people at the door, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, a devilish smile spreading across his face, "Yo, Young Master Gong, what a coincidence, are you also heading to the restroom?"
"Coincidence my ass! Wang Meng, you've blocked your way right up to the ladies' room; you really have some nerve!" Anger blazed in Gong Yutao's eyes.
He had rushed over as soon as he received the news. Thankfully, nothing had happened; if something had occurred under his watch, not only would he lose face, but he would also have trouble explaining it to the boss.
"Ah, you flatter me." Wang Meng gave Gong Yutao a wicked grin, unabashedly accepting the 'compliment.' His skin was thick enough to rival city walls.
