Back at the villa, the elevator ascended to the rooftop, with doors slowly opening to both the left and right.
Qian Xuan said to Liu Zhizhong, "Support God, a moment in a summer night is worth a thousand gold, have a pleasant time!"
After he spoke, he gave a gentle smile, which was the epitome of warmth, modesty, and politeness.
Liu Zhizhong really appreciated it and could only nod helplessly, "Okay, thank you Mr. Xuan. Mr. and Mrs., good night?"
"Alright, good night!" Qian Xuan waved his hand grandly as a farewell.
Luo Shuxiu simply looked over, her eyes soft with encouragement as she nodded at Liu Zhizhong.
Liu Zhizhong understood her gaze but maintained a steady appearance, nodding, "Okay, good night!"
After all, Qian Xuan, in a wheelchair, indeed could not see the eye-contact between his wife and Liu Zhizhong. Sigh...
Liu Zhizhong exited the elevator, passed through the guest hall, and went straight back to his room.
