Liang Tongheng, who was holding on to the table and panting for breath, was drenched in sweat. His legs were so weak that they felt weak. Wiping away the sweat on his face, he leaned his head against the wall and opened the door before leaning against the door frame.
A waiter immediately came to entertain him. "Sir, what service do you need?"
Liang Tongheng let out a sigh of relief and said, "Get three rooms. Also, get someone to carry the ones inside up."
The waiter's smile froze on his lips. Liang Tongheng said as he let go of his hand. The tragic condition of the box appeared in front of her. The one who was wearing a cheongsam and lying on the table was definitely Mr. Lin!
The waiter hurriedly responded and then turned back to call for help. The group of people carried two of them,
