"Miss Shen,"
At the entrance of the winery, Secretary Qin hurried over and let the vehicles through. "Chairman Pei is still chatting with some elders. I'll take you to the private room to wait for a while."
Secretary Qin led Shen Zhiyi to Pei Yu's private spa room, where he would come later to soak and sober up after the social obligations.
There were bathrobes in the private room, but they were all men's models, probably Pei Yu's personal ones. After settling her in, Secretary Qin hurriedly left. Shen Zhiyi didn't bother to ask someone to bring other clothes, and made do with a dark gray robe.
Waiting idly was too boring, so Shen Zhiyi entered the spa pool. There were several bottles of wine on the small round table inside, labeled in Italian, which she couldn't understand. She tried a few sips, remembered the injury on her shoulder, dared not drink more, and put the wine glass back, quietly leaning on the edge of the pool waiting.
