Liang Chen glanced at the last digits of the bank card and realized it was the one Jing Haohao had taken away the night before. Unexpectedly, a subtle smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Turns out, seeing the woman he loved spending money was quite a high-level pleasure.
The assistant, upon seeing Liang Chen pause in his tracks, also halted. He was quite taken aback when he saw a minute smile on the face of his usually aloof boss. Gathering a bit of courage, he couldn't help but blurted out a question: "Mr. Liang, was that a message from Miss Jing?"
Liang Chen looked up. He didn't reply, simply pocketed his phone. Only then did he gently nod and say, "You could say that."
Having said that, he headed towards the revolving door of the hotel.
The assistant, trailing behind with luggage in tow, was puzzled. What did "you could say that" mean?
...
The hotel rooms had already been booked in advance, but not paid for yet.
