Third floor, the location of the hotel's resting area.
The Zhao Family reserved two private suites here, intended for guests to rest.
However, now these suites have long been requisitioned by the Zhao Family's young master. It's become his gathering place to revel and enjoy with his unsavory friends.
The Zhao Family's young master, Zhao Siyu, leaned on the sofa, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, leisurely tasting a puff, and exhaled thick smoke.
His eyes smiled as he stared at Zhu Jiajia standing directly opposite, laughing, "Tell me, how do I compare to that Feng Wencheng guy? Why do you like him so much, yet not me?"
Zhu Jiajia stepped back slightly, her calves somewhat weak, saying, "I'm engaged to the Feng Family, Zhao Family young master, have some self-respect..."
