West Coast, Zhujiang International Hotel.
"Auntie."
Li Can opened the suite's door, signaled for his subordinates to stand respectfully against the wall, and respectfully said, "The room has been cleaned again, you can rest well now. Someone will deliver your meal in fifteen minutes, you might want to take a bath first."
Having just finished a day's meetings, Lianhua returned to her hotel suite. Her cool, stunning beauty was unusually unobscured by Divine Arts. Her waterfall-like black hair cascaded down, resembling the trembling, heavy blossoms in the evening breeze, with a breathtaking beauty.
Yet Li Can watched with a twinge of heartache.
Because his aunt had watched her grow up and had always taken great care of her.
She was clearly flesh and blood, yet had to carry such heavy responsibilities.
Today's meeting had not been too taxing for his aunt, but the matters she would face next were exceptionally heavy, even somewhat cruel.
