Ten minutes later, Ye Tian helped Li Yuxuan bandage her wound, stop the bleeding, and covered her with a blanket.
She had lost too much blood and her emotions were very unstable, so she needed to rest.
"Rose petal?" Ye Tian suddenly noticed a sinister black rose petal tattooed on Li Yuxuan's right arm.
This must be the symbol of an organization.
Wasn't she Lin Chumo's close friend? And wasn't she going to study in England?
How could she be hunted down in the United States?
A series of questions surfaced in Ye Tian's mind, but after a moment he shook his head.
"Why think so much, it's none of my damn business?"
He muttered and then got up, leaving the presidential suite, ready to go to the Michelin Restaurant on the middle floor of the Wilson Hotel to enjoy a long-overdue Western meal.
Ever since he returned to Huaxia, he had almost forgotten what Western food tasted like, and today was a perfect opportunity to try it.
