Before leaving, Chen Xin had specifically called away the assistant, as well as Li Weilian, who was waiting in the reception hall.
The door to the presidential suite was gently closed.
Li Zihan sat in a corner of the three-seater sofa, staring blankly out the window at the bustling night view of Huang City, which was discordant with his current state of mind.
The decorative strap on the handbag was being unconsciously twined around his fingers, sometimes pulled tight and sometimes released.
"Here, have some water, you've been on the move."
Without asking, Li Zishen knew that the bag contained a wedding gift prepared for Tang Xiaowan.
"Not thirsty? Then eat some fruit."
