Rose let out a satisfied hum, playfully resisting, and lightly tapped Zheng Haonan's solid chest with her delicate fist.
"Don't... Brother Nan, what do you want me to do?"
"There's a special guest in the VIP suite upstairs. Go and entertain him." Zheng Haonan smiled, his hand still kneading the soft flesh of Rose.
"No way, Brother Nan, how could you bear to push me to another man? Rose only wants to be with you!" Rose feigned innocence with an air of pretense that would make even someone like Zhao Wei feel inferior.
To Zheng Haonan, women were like clothes; when they were torn or worn out, it was time to change them. With money, what kind of "clothes" couldn't he buy? In this society, money talks; Zheng Haonan believed it was an eternal truth. If you have money, people respect you; if not, they won't even acknowledge you!
