From such a height, throwing Jiang's fair-weather friends out would likely leave them dead or crippled.
Ye Tian looked at Su Yuxin, who was nestled in his arms, and felt a pang of heartache.
Her face was flushed with shyness, endearing to anyone who saw it.
"Secretary Zhou, could you arrange a private room for me?"
"Sure."
Zhou Huaiqiang immediately took care of it and quickly handed the room card for the top-tier presidential suite to Ye Tian: "Brother, you're really lucky. Take it easy, don't push yourself too hard, too many times can harm your body."
"Get lost!"
Ye Tian gave Zhou Huaiqiang a fierce stare, then carried Su Yuxin in his arms towards the room.
"Yuxin, don't worry, rest up, I'm here."
Ye Tian whispered comfortingly.
Su Yuxin held onto Ye Tian tightly, her pretty face buried in his chest, looking pitiful: "Don't leave, okay? I want you to stay with me."
"Okay."
