Elsewhere.
After a brief shower, Yu Zijun put on a clean bathrobe provided by the hotel. The robe revealed a small slice of his chest, with white cords tied at the waist. His wet hair was brushed back and fell behind him, with a few stray strands hanging down on his forehead. His gaze was studious.
As long as he didn't speak about money, he was the very image of a CEO.
He nestled comfortably on the sofa, one arm serving as a pillow under his head.
Used to holding a pillow, he felt a sense of loss without having anything in his arms.
With nothing to do during the long night, Yu Zijun was laying with one hand propping his head up and the other hand scrolling through his phone, reading some entertainment news and new updates about his pet dog, Yuguai.
Ding dong.
A sudden ringtone sounded, signaling an incoming call. The display showed: Shen Ruchu.
Yu Zijun's calm gaze turned cold.
