The car stopped in the underground parking lot of the Empire Hotel, Leng Zimo took a baseball cap and placed it on her head before leading her out of the car, holding her hand moving toward the elevator.
His hand held hers, though his palm was only warm, Luo Xiaoqian felt her hand back was burning with pain again.
She felt a bit shy but unwilling to let go of the warmth.
There were only the two of them in the elevator, Leng Zimo stood straight while she stood beside him, looking around to distract her slightly nervousness, glancing at the painting hanging in the elevator and the monitor.
The elevator arrived on the 13th floor, just as they stepped out the elevator, the floor manager greeted them with a smile and handed them a room card.
"President Leng, Madam, here is the room card you requested."
"En." Leng Zimo raised his hand to take the room card.
"Yes." The other party replied respectfully.
