Chu Xinyue bit her lip, her ten fingers slowly curling inward, pressing against her palms.
Yes, Xiaotao was right. If she didn't know, it would be alright, but now that she knows Lan Yurou is about to make a move on her man, can she really sleep tonight?
After hesitating for over ten seconds, finally, she made up her mind, grabbing Xiaotao and heading towards the door.
Because it was a matter of catching someone in the act, Chu Xinyue felt awkward and didn't want to be noticed. She didn't call the Ya Family's driver but instead quietly hailed a car with Xiaotao and rushed to the Tiss Hotel.
***
Tiss Hotel.
Twenty-third floor, presidential suite.
Under the splendid and luxurious crystal chandelier, on the leather sofa.
Ya Chen was sprawled with both arms over the armrests, one leg crossed over the other, his expression as cold as the depth of winter.
