At this moment.
The entire top floor of the Four Seasons Hotel in Beijing had been booked. Even the hotel manager did not know the name of this mysterious guest who had booked the entire floor of their hotel.
In a room on the 48th floor.
The man in the wheelchair sat quietly in front of the French windows in the living room.
Below him was the entire city view.
Countless vehicles were woven on the city's viaduct, like tiny ants running at high speed below.
"Mr. Lu, a person called Jiang Yao wants to see you. He said he's from Tian Chen Corporation. Do you want to see him?"
The man in the wheelchair had a thin blanket draped over his legs. His shoulders and chest were perfectly straight. The light shone on him, but there was nothing wrong with him—except that he was a cripple!
"Jiang Yao?"
Lu Zhi's fair hand was still holding his phone. The phone screen stopped at a chat box, and his fingers tapped on the phone case.
"Who is he?"
When combined, it was a frivolous sentence: Who is Jiang Yao?
His tone was not disdainful. It was just calm and straightforward, but it was like the sharpest slap in the face. Jiang Yao would definitely be so ashamed that he could not raise his head if he was standing in front of him at this moment.
The bodyguard did not dare to look up and whispered, "He said he's from Tian Chen Corporation."
"Heh." A disdainful laugh came from the man's throat. He seemed to be amused. His deep black eyes were like a bottomless lake. "So? Must I see him if he's from Tian Chen Corporation?"
His tone was filled with teasing as if he was just joking. "Do you know how many people there are in the entire Tian Chen Corporation? Will I be able to rest if everyone wants to see me?"
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