Face Slap, Who Is Jiang Yao?

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.