When have I ever been dishonest? Shen Jing switched the phone to her other hand. "I'll just drive to pick you up from the airport then."
After a long pause, Zhou Luchen hummed in agreement.
Shen Jing asked with a playful smile, "Where are you in Shanghai?"
"The 82nd floor."
The 82nd Floor Club's decor had changed styles the year before last, shifting from a black mamba theme to grayscale. Its high-class elegance remained, however, catering exclusively to the extravagant whims of wealthy young scions.
The scent of Bai Qinan still lingered. A few young scions were gathered here to discuss important matters, likely involving business secrets. The incense-brewing master had already departed.
In front of the central, double-arched sofa, Zhou Luchen sat in a relaxed posture. He hung up the phone and shot Chen Yao an indifferent glance.
