Tang Wen, who was outside, heard this sentence and was shocked, his back drenched with sweat.
Jian Yu said "strike" to Yan Ye, which was truly pulling out the big guns!
The night grew deeper, and Lian Xinying kept looking down at her phone, hoping for a call from her clients so the matter could be resolved quickly.
But the more anxious she was, the quieter her phone remained.
On the contrary, groups of people, each more elegant and imposing than the last, kept entering the hotel entrance, likely here for Yan Ye's birthday party.
Around eight in the evening, the hotel entrance returned to its usual calm.
Lian Xinying took a deep breath and stepped out from the shadows.
Just as she came out and raised her head to look at the sky, a car slowly approached from not far away.
A black Bentley, understated yet exuding luxury.
Tang Wen was driving, with Jian Yu and Yan Ye in the back seat.
Jian Yu caught sight of Lian Xinying standing at the hotel entrance, gazing at the stars.
