"Ah, I forgot to tell Uncle that An'an said Amos dislikes the noise on passenger planes and took a helicopter to Qingzhou. The helicopter will land directly on the helipad on the roof of the hotel where she's staying."
Ren Mingze took a deep breath. The favored child of fate has every right to be so picky, but he should have informed him in advance so he wouldn't have to wait so long in the cold wind. Ren Mingze was filled with anger.
The only hotel in Qingzhou with a helipad is Beiqi Hotel, and Amos would have no choice but to stay in the presidential suite.
Again, the presidential suite at Beiqi Hotel—Ren Mingze recalled that PT stayed there not long ago.
Thinking about it, he felt a great irony.
If Amos knew that the room he stayed in was recently occupied by a scruffy teenager from the lowest rung, addicted to fried chicken and cola, he would undoubtedly disdain it.
