In the lobby of the hotel, Wen Suihan sat on a sofa in the waiting area.
Zhang Cheng was at the service desk, helping with the check-in procedure.
Wen Suihan casually pulled a book from the magazine rack next to the sofa and flipped through it absentmindedly.
Just at that moment, the man carrying the sleeping girl happened to walk by.
Wen Suihan, unintentionally looking up, saw a familiar face.
He Tang?
Wen Suihan couldn't help but stand up from the sofa.
At the same time, the man carrying the unconscious He Tang had already passed him, heading straight for the elevators inside.
Wen Suihan couldn't help feeling puzzled.
He didn't understand why He Tang would be here—and being carried by an old man into the hotel at that.
"Director Wen, the procedures are done. Let me take you up,"
Zhang Cheng, having approached at some point, said to Wen Suihan.
Wen Suihan then withdrew his gaze and turned to Zhang Cheng, nodding, "Mmm."
