Moreover, what if that woman knew of Mr. Fu's identity and deliberately got close to him, wanting to get close to him and marry into the President's House?
Anyway, he had seen a lot of women like this.
All in all, there were these few possibilities.
In any case, this matter, in his opinion, wasn't too simple.
Fu Ling rubbed his temple helplessly. He glanced at Zhang Liang impatiently."Then what are you still doing here? hurry up and check. I'll give you half an hour to make up your mind."
After Fu Ling finished his sentence, he snatched the breakfast from Zhang Liang's hand and closed the door.
Zhang Liang touched his nose and instructed the bodyguards at the door to protect Mr. Fu. He then went to check on Wen Cheng's identity.
In a five-star hotel, there would be a record of the people coming and going.
So, Zhang Liang did not go anywhere but went straight to the front desk on the first floor.
