On the staircase between the third and fourth floors, a man with a flushed face climbed up, holding a bottle of liquor and staggering, mumbling to himself,
"Damn it, I've spent millions here, and they won't even let me book the fourth floor, I want to see today whose territory this fourth floor really is"
The man finished speaking and let out a long belch, then squinted his eyes just enough to see that the door to the private room was slightly ajar, and sneered,
"I want to see exactly who it is that makes those people act like damned cowards."
Bracing himself against the wall to steady his stance, he took a few steps and then kicked the door open.
At this moment, only Ji Sang was in the private room. Hearing the noise, she abruptly looked up, her gaze suspicious as she looked toward the door,
"Who is it?"
"Oh, it's actually a woman!"
The man weaved his way in, and even before he got close, Ji Sang could smell the alcohol on him. Frowning, she stood up and took a step back.
