Yu Siting's slender fingers with distinct knuckles rested on the cellphone screen, but he ultimately did not delete the message he had intended to send to Yan Xi.
Assistant Chen observed his inscrutable expression and hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.
"President Yu, maybe Miss Yan hasn't seen your message yet?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Siting abruptly stood up from the stone bench and strode toward the interior of the hotel.
Assistant Chen followed him.
After entering the elevator, Assistant Chen tactfully pressed the floor button where Yan Xi was staying.
Yu Siting watched the floor light up, extended his hand, and pressed it again, causing the lit floor to immediately darken.
Assistant Chen paused, puzzled.
Wasn't he going to find Miss Yan?
Yu Siting glanced at the elevator's time display, his tone unusually cold.
"It's too late, she has good sleeping habits, she might have already gone to bed."