Jinghua No.1 is the Zhou Family's property, and now, Zhou Mingyu is the actual controlling shareholder.
He owned an entire floor in Jinghua No.1, which was their current location.
When they stepped out of the elevator, what came into view was sheer luxury. The floor was covered in soft carpet, and the corridor's wall lamps and paintings were anything but ordinary, all crafted by famous artists and casually adorning the hallway.
At the moment, Su Zhiruan was sitting on the sofa at a considerable distance from the TV. The overall design was simple, yet it was evident that this place was far from simple, whether from the furniture or the ornaments. Any item taken out would fetch a significant price.
Not long after the secretary left, the suite's doorbell rang.
"I'll get the door," Zhou Mingyu said as he stood up and lightly patted her shoulder, signaling for her to sit back and relax.
Su Zhiruan watched the steady seep of blood droplets from her arm without insisting.