When Fang Chen saw Qiao Anmu, a flicker of unease crossed his face. Thinking of her fierce temper, he instinctively shielded Qiao Annuo behind him.,"Hehe..." Qiao Anmu smiled painfully, glancing around the presidential suite. This was booked by someone else, hoping to spend a good night with Fang Chen here.,At 4 a.m., Qiao Anmu opened her eyes. The alcohol had worn off halfway, and the soreness in her waist, along with the even breaths beside her, startled her.。