Han Ting Hotel, a renowned five-star hotel in the Capital City, has hosted countless famous singers and movie stars, even high-level officials have stayed here.
The hotel is located in an extremely busy area not far from the city center, where every inch of land is precious, and the decor is exceedingly luxurious.
The magnificent building alone, at a glance, gives one a grand sense of awe.
Seeing this building through the car window, Song Yanhong couldn't help widening her eyes, her mouth gaping wide enough to fit a rock.
In her entire life, it was the first time she had seen such a luxurious building.
"Hmm, strange."
"Why isn't my brother here yet? It's already the appointed time..."
Beside her, Su Qingqing murmured to herself in confusion, then stuck her head out the car window to look around. Seeing no sign of Su Zhiqiang, she simply shook her head.
"Forget it."
