"It's not entirely like that." Fu Han tilted her head as she looked at He Xing, her demeanor as adorable as the most spirited deer in the forest, "I'm just worried that you might feel uncomfortable after hearing what I have to say."
"I see, in that case, I'm even more curious to listen now." He Xing's laughter grew even more hearty as he reached out his long arm and wrapped Fu Han into his embrace, "I'm really looking forward to seeing how you negotiate with others."
Fu Han looked up at He Xing, and in the depths of his eyes, she saw concern. She knew that He Xing didn't really want to watch her negotiate with others; on the contrary, he was just worried that Fu Han would be at a disadvantage facing Qin Nuan's sisters alone.
This was the waiting room for major events on the first floor of the hotel. It wasn't too big or too small, and the furnishings were simple: just a sofa, a table, and a dressing table.