From Imperial Capital to Anyang Ancient City, commonly known as the ancient city, the flight took over three hours, and by the time they arrived at their destination, it was already six in the evening.
Because Ye Nuanxi had come down with sudden gastritis, the original itinerary had been canceled. They had already missed several official meetings in the afternoon, and as the local government had arranged a reception dinner for the evening, they had made a last-minute decision to attend and consequently had not arranged accommodation.
"Can you handle the dinner now? Right now?"
They had already reached the hotel where the dinner was being held, and Huo Beichen, while fishing out his ID card, turned and asked Ye Nuanxi in a low voice, "If you can't handle it, you can rest in the room. I'll attend it myself!"
"I'm fine, I can go!"
