The young man followed upstairs and saw which private room Ye Huan entered with the child, then returned to the stairway to wait.
Soon, Yang Cuizhu stood outside the private room.
Just as the man was about to knock on the door, she clenched her teeth and suddenly grabbed the man's sleeve.
"Chairman Yang?"
Yang Cuizhu's heart was racing; she placed a hand on her chest, closed her eyes to calm herself, and whispered, "Wait a moment, there's no rush."
Just then, a waiter passed by. Yang Cuizhu turned to stop the waiter and asked, "Are there any other private rooms upstairs?"
The waiter said, "The private rooms have a minimum charge; you two probably won't meet it."
"It's okay, if we don't order enough we can make up the difference to meet the minimum," she replied.
The waiter sized her up, recognizing Yang Cuizhu as a wealthy person, and became polite again.
"There's only one private room left, which has a screen partition; do you mind?"
"Where is it?"