Cheng Weiwan didn't dare to directly tell the taxi driver to go to Jiayuan. Instead, she asked him to stop about five hundred meters from Jiayuan, in front of a bank.
After the taxi drove off, Cheng Weiwan then rushed over to Jiayuan.
Maybe she was paranoid, but she felt that the people who worked in the lobby were giving her odd looks.
She didn't dare to speak loudly or look other people straight in the eye. All she did was quietly give her name and Han Zhifan's name.
Soon enough, a male attendant came over and escorted Cheng Weiwan to the first floor. Then he walked her up to the door of a room on the top floor.
After the male attendant knocked on the door, he left.
Not long after, Cheng Weiwan heard the sound of the door opening from the other side of the wooden door.
Her hand instinctively balled up into fists as she held her breath.
