[Yang Menghuo's POV]
It only took two hours until Ying Jie's landlady, Madam Hao Yui, was dragged by the manager to meet with Mr. Yang Menghuo in his pavilion.
Yang Menghuo was drinking his sweetened coffee whilst looking at the view of the city from the window. The view was a bit plain and ugly compared to his other pavilions, but it was sufficient. He didn't stay here because he loved this place anyway.
It was because Ying Jie stayed here, so he had to follow her in case Ying Jie needed him for anything.
Yang Menghuo heard the door was pushed open. He glanced and saw the manager was dragging a middle-aged woman, probably in her late forties to early fifties.
"Aiya! Why are you dragging me here! What did I do wrong?" the woman kept on nagging, but the manager didn't seem to heed her protests. He was more scared of getting gunned down and burned by this sadistic mafia hiding his identity as a business tycoon.