Ye Xiong drove toward the Fuhua Hotel, ready to find out if it was truly He Mengji scheming against him.
Passing by a florist, Ye Xiong got out of his car and bought a bouquet of ninety-nine roses.
After placing the roses in the back, he headed to the Fuhua Hotel. He waited for half an hour until He Mengji finally arrived, her ever-present little shadow, Thirteen, trailing behind her.
This woman… surely she doesn't bring this simple-minded, muscle-bound bodyguard with her even when she sleeps!
Once He Mengji was in the elevator, Ye Xiong stood up, picked up the bouquet of roses, and hurried after her.
"Stop! What do you think you're doing?" At the office door, Thirteen blocked his path, glaring fiercely.
"Relax, I'm not here to fight. I came to deliver flowers," Ye Xiong said, holding up the roses.
"Deliver flowers?" Thirteen eyed him with suspicion.