Sweet Hotel

Lu Yuanchen gently picked Su Xiaoxiao up from the car and walked past Zhou Anjie. Lu Yuanchen stopped and looked at Zhou Anjie coldly. He warned, "If you need anything, you can come at me. Don't hurt Xiaoxiao." Then he carried Su Xiaoxiao and left without looking back.

Zhou Anjie watched the two of them leave with a dazed look in his eyes. It was not until the cigarette in his hand burned out and reached his finger's abdomen that Zhou Anjie felt the pain from his finger that he suddenly woke up.

A cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Lu Yuanchen, who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you?" Whoever asked Su Xiaoxiao to be your weakness, I will choose your weakness to attack.

In the hotel's presidential suite, a bump on the bed indicated that Su Xiaoxiao was sleeping soundly. By the window, Lu Yuanchen crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down at the traffic downstairs. His eyes were cold and dark.