A ray of sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the room.
The figure wrapped in the duvet on the king-sized bed stirred, then lay still for a moment before tilting his head to look at the other side. It was already empty. Sheng Jingyao pressed his knuckles against his forehead, closed his eyes, and cursed inwardly: *That bastard Shen Bin, he put his pants on and ran off!*
He rubbed his aching lower back, the memories of last night's madness rushing back. Reaching for his phone, he immediately fired off a message to Secretary Qiao: "Get me the surveillance footage from XX Hotel! The living room! All of it!"
Chapter 138