Around 10pm, a strange black car appeared in front of Rose Royalty hotel. A man of average built and great height stepped out of it.
Bao Chai's phone buzzed. Upon seeing the text, he ran hurriedly towards the entrance. He started panting. For the old guy in his late forties, he wasn't as fit as he used to be in his youth.
'I need to hurry!'
*************************************
"By the way Mr Zhang, are you okay? You seem a little unwell!" Song Lin asked, carefully observing his face.
Zhang Wei felt nauseous. Hearing her words of concern, he avoided her gaze, trying to regain his normal composure.
"Ahh!" his pressurized his head and winced in pain.
"Mr Zhang, please don't force yourself! Here, let me help you get seated!" Song Lin carefully dragged the man along the corners of the hall and made him sit on the chair arranged by a small dining table.
"I'm sorry I ruined the dance and-"
