His heart was pounding.
As soon as she entered the elevator, she looked at Zhang Jingyu and opened her mouth to speak.
All of a sudden, Zhang Jingyu raised his hand and placed it on the back of her hand before patting it gently.
Her soft palm was warm.
Gu nianjia seemed to have received some kind of energy from the man. As she looked down at the man in the wheelchair, she suddenly felt less nervous.
She took a deep breath and the elevator reached the second floor.
The door opened and she pushed Zhang Jingyu out of the room.
The restaurant was near the elevator, and the waiter enthusiastically led the way.
"This is the private room that President Zhang has booked."
As the waiter opened the door, Gu nianjia began to feel a little nervous.
The large private room was heartwarming. There were many green plants and a bathtub. At first glance, it gave people a very comfortable feeling.
As expected of a health hotel.
