At the same time.
In the presidential suite where Slim Waist Control was waiting outside, Zhou Zheng received a mysterious call and quickly walked back.
The presidential suite was large and luxuriously decorated. There were cashmere carpets everywhere. In a corner of the brown leather sofa, Nie Qixing sat in a wheelchair, thinking about something.
Zhou Zheng did not dare to look further. He walked over and lowered his head. "Young Master Qi, someone just called me and said that your sister is coming our way."
"What?" Nie Qixing looked up at him.
Only then did Zhou Zheng notice that the swollen palm print on the left side of his face had not disappeared. It was obvious he had been slapped.
He did not dare to look further and immediately lowered his head. "… The Empress probably knows."
He didn't say it out loud.
However, he might as well have said it all.
