Hiding: The Evil Hand Behind Every Woman

When Chen Qihua opened his eyes, it was already broad daylight.

To his surprise, a crowd had gathered inside and outside the reception room.

Manager Li stood in front of him, his face as dark as a pig's liver.

"What's going on?" Chen Qihua asked, bewildered.

"What do you mean, what's going on? Look at what you've done!" Manager Li had barely finished speaking when Wang Jielan, who had been lying on the sofa inside, sat up with a scream.

She quickly covered her chest with her hands.

Chen Qihua saw that Wang Jielan was wearing only a tiny bra.

Her pants had slipped below her knees, exposing half of her plump, snowy-white thighs.

Then he looked at himself. He was bare-chested.

A black T-shirt lay haphazardly on the floor.

Chen Qihua hurriedly picked it up and put it on as he asked, "How did I end up here?"

"You're asking me?" Manager Li said, his expression stiff.

Li Ping from the office went over and picked up Wang Jielan's jacket, draping it over her.

At that moment, Wang Jielan seemed to understand what had happened.

She cried out in terror, "Chen Qihua, you... what exactly did you do to me?"

Then she burst into tears.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.