The plane they took was not any other plane, but Shang Ruohai's very own private jet. The luxurious interior boasted soft velvety armchairs to ensure the exclusive passengers' utmost comfort.
As soon as they stepped their foot onto the plush turkish carpet, they were greeted by a steward.
"Good morning, gentlemen. May I offer you something to drink? Our collection boasts a range of exceptional wines, cognacs, and whiskeys, curated from the most esteemed years."
"Don't get too tipsy," Yan Renzhong warned Shen Jingwei. "Otherwise, you might never go beyond the hotel bedroom."
Shen Jingwei gulped.
"Orange juice for me," he answered readily.
He barely lowered himself onto his seat when his phone started ringing urgently.
Zhu Dongyi had arranged for him to receive notifications as soon as his name was mentioned on Weibo.
