Inside the presidential suite.
Su Xiaorou met Long Chao's father, a man around fifty years old, not very tall, with a big belly, bald, and with triangular eyes, looking like a short winter melon.
Long Chao's father was named Long Dashan; despite his unremarkable appearance, he was very cunning in his dealings and had built a considerable fortune in just a few years, making him a well-known figure in Huaxia.
"Hello Uncle Long," Su Xiaorou greeted politely, "My name is Su Xiaorou, Su Zhentian's daughter."
"Hello," Long Dashan said with a smile, extending his hand.
Out of courtesy, Su Xiaorou stretched out her fair, delicate hand and shook it with Long Dashan's rough, large hand.
So smooth! So soft! So comfortable! Long Dashan thought to himself. He really didn't want to let go, wanted to hold on like that forever, but he knew it was inappropriate; if he caused any offense to Su Xiaorou, the next steps would become difficult.