"Boss, I love you to death! I'm at the Senwell Hotel!"
After Ah Mao hung up the phone, Qin Hao put his phone away and looked at Lin Yuhan with a wry smile.
Lin Yuhan shot him a playful glare, "You were just complaining about me leaving, and now you're the one leaving."
"My dear wife won't mind!" Qin Hao shamelessly said.
"Alright then, off you go!"
Lin Yuhan said generously.
"Goodbye, my dear wife!"
Qin Hao waved, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the Senwell Hotel.
Thirty minutes later, the taxi arrived at the destination.
Senwell Hotel is an international top-tier hotel chain. Comparable to the Hilton.
Now, outside its lavish and radiant gates, stood a variety of baggage handlers.
The people going in and out of the hotel were often blonde, blue-eyed foreigners.
At the temporary parking lot outside, a myriad of luxury cars were parked: Land Rovers, Mercedes-Benz, BMWs—pretty ordinary.
