"Director Jing, let me support you," said the subordinate, helping Jing Chen to a less crowded rest area to sit down. "Director Jing, please take a seat, I'll get you some hangover medicine."
"Thank you."
Jing Chen felt extremely groggy, with a dry mouth and throat. It felt as if there was a fire burning in his chest, unbearably hot.
He loosened his tie with one hand, finally feeling a little less uncomfortable.
...
Tang Fanghua hid in the shadows, watching her son's every move.
Seeing the timing was almost right, she instructed the two hotel waiters she had bribed, "Send him upstairs immediately, and don't mess up! Once it's done, I'll immediately give you the rest of the money!"
"Don't worry, Mrs. Jing!"
The two waiters immediately headed toward the rest area and helped the now barely conscious Jing Chen upstairs.
Tang Fanghua couldn't show her face, so naturally, she did not follow, hiding in her spot waiting for news.
