Tang Su could feel the icy chill that her hands conveyed at the moment they touched earlier. It was the bone-chilling cold emitted by someone whose heart had cooled. Immediately, Tang Su felt a bitter taste in her heart—hadn't she too, as a child, been a person with icy hands and feet, waiting alone in her room for dawn to arrive?
Ye Tian shook his head and sighed; after all, he was unable to help. If he were present, it might backfire; better to let Tang Su handle the negotiation.
At noon, Ye Tian drove to Zheng Xinru's house, a newly developed residential area, and Zheng Xinru's second home in Tianhe apart from the Tianhe Hotel. It was decorated long ago, but due to various reasons, it had not been occupied. Now the situation has become clearer; staying temporarily at the Tianhe Hotel is fine, but living there a long time is inconvenient. If people come looking, they would still have to make a trip to the hotel, which is too conspicuous.
"Ye Tian, you're here."
