Su Zhinian pulled out a box that was wrapped in red paper. He pushed it toward Cheng Qingchong.
"On the 9th next month, have someone sent this present to Beijing Hotel…"
Su Zhinian paused before completing his order. "…for her wedding."
Su Zhinian did not wait for Cheng Qingchong to reply as he continued to pull out a thick red envelope from the drawer. The envelope was almost bursting at the seams. "And this."
Cheng Qingchong stared at the present and the red envelope before raising her eyes to do something she had not done in her life before, to inquire about Su Zhinian's personal life. "CEO Su, you're not going to attend Miss Song's wedding?"
