C71 The Aura of a Gangster

In the presidential suite in Caesar Hotel, Wang Fann was comfortably lying on the soft sofa. The water on his hair flowed down his not-so-handsome face and slowly fell onto the soft pillow under his head.

"Can you use a hairdryer to dry your hair? What you're doing is really annoying! " Tong Jiahui said to Wang Fann with a cold face.

Tong Jiahui, who was sitting on the sofa opposite Wang Fann