On his way back to the room, thinking about Zhang Huimin and the others' happy expressions throughout the day, and realizing that their joyful journey is soon coming to an end, Ye Huan sighed with guilt, feeling that he had let them down.
With this guilty feeling, he returned to the presidential suite.
The top floor of Shengshi Grand Hotel has only two suites, both of which are oversized, five-star presidential suites.
Ye Huan had not been in the suite for long when the door of the other suite opened, and a man rushed out anxiously. His clothes were disheveled, his hair a mess, and he held a phone in one hand while pulling up his pants with the other, looking extremely rushed.
"Mom, are you downstairs at the hotel?"
"I'll be right there, wait for me!"
"Have you managed to curry favor with the Saint? This..."
"I'll tell you when I get there!"
