When Shen Xiayao emerged all dressed and ready, Chen Ziqian had already smoked six cigarettes. He had mulled over the entire situation numerous times, yet he couldn't make heads or tails of it. He couldn't recall last night's events at all; his memory only went as far as Suxin following Ling Yuanhang out of the auction, after which he had gone to drink alone at King's private club.
"But, why would I be here?"
There was no mistake, he had booked this room. He had been staying in this suite at Dihao Grand Hotel for two months now, but how did he end up back here? He didn't believe that Shen Xiayao had the strength to drag him from King's Club back here without him noticing anything at all.
"Ziqian!" Shen Xiayao walked towards Chen Ziqian.
"Yaoyao, what happened last night?" Chen Ziqian's gaze was sharp, a serious expression that was completely unlike his usual playful and unrestrained demeanor.
