A blue taxi emerged from the alley, its glaring lights causing Li Jing's eyes to squint involuntarily, but he never shut them until the taxi left the alley and hit the highway, not even blinking despite the intense brightness transitioning into darkness.
It seemed something was amiss, yet upon reflection, Li Jing shook his head, thinking he was being overly cautious.
Tianhe Hotel is a pseudo-five-star luxury hotel with a four-star rating. Zheng Xinru was among the first batch of guests to book a year-round reserved room here, spending five million a year, totaling one hundred million over twenty years. All this money was given to her by Chen Pingrui, and she didn't hesitate to accept it, as half of that money was earned through her own sweat.
Having just dropped off Zheng Xinru, his mobile phone rang in his pocket.
"Hello, is this Mr. Ye?"
The voice on the other end was unfamiliar; at least, Ye Tian had no recollection of it. Moreover, few knew his phone number.
