Fu Zhengci sat in the car, eyes deep and contemplative, turning the steering wheel halfway and driving into the seven-star hotel. The entrance was resplendently luxurious like a palace. As soon as he stopped the car, a waiter immediately came over to open the door for him.
He carried the briefcase out of the car, striding into the hotel, and was respectfully led by a waiter all the way to a private room. He paused for a moment, regulating his breath, then pushed the door open and entered.
Inside the room, Gong Ting stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a half-burned cigarette between his fingers. The smoke curled around, making his handsome face indistinct. Hearing movement behind him, he turned around, his light gaze landing on the man walking in.
Their eyes met, full of tension.
