The next day, at seven in the morning.
Inside the presidential suite of the hotel, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains and sprinkled over the small round table, where a freshly brewed cup of coffee was emitting waves of strong aroma.
Li Zishen, dressed in a black silk robe, sat comfortably on the sofa chair, enjoying the tranquil morning. Yet, he couldn't help but think of Tang Xiaowan and that infuriating text message she had sent.
"It's really unfortunate, but I am quite busy these days and have to be with my fiancé."
"This surely isn't what you think."
"Leng Lingxiao! Huahua? Fiancé?"
Suddenly, Chen Xin knocked and entered the suite, reporting to Li Zishen about the fire outbreak at Jiang Banquet Hall the previous night.
As Chen Xin mentioned that it might be related to Jiang Kexin, Li Zishen unconsciously frowned.
He slowly set down his coffee cup and, after a moment of contemplation, looked up at Chen Xin, signaling him to continue.
