The suite was engulfed in silence once more. Liang Chen stood by the bed, an aura of residual rage still lingering around him. After a while, he picked up his phone, subconsciously wanting to call Jing Haohao to explain the situation. However, as soon as he clicked on Jing Haohao's name, his movements ceased abruptly.
Jing Haohao was not his lover. Why was he in such a hurry to call her? How was he supposed to explain?
Realizing this, Liang Chen tossed his phone onto the bed.
...
His assistant took care of everything and returned to Liang Chen's room with an iPad, finding him standing in front of the full-length mirror in the living room, hands tucked in his pockets, immobile.
From the back, Liang Chen appeared very gentle, as if the person who had just lost his temper wasn't him at all.
The assistant slowly approached, stopping a meter behind Liang Chen before saying, "Mr. Liang, I've taken care of everything you asked for."
Liang Chen showed no reaction.
