Upon entering the hotel, they ran into someone they know, or to be more precise, someone they are familiar with, Wan Zhuo.
Wan Zhuo was probably off to a dinner party. He ran into Yang Yi and Meng Xiao head-on. Given the recent uproar on social media, Wan Zhuo knew that Meng Xiao was not the rich heiress he had thought she was. As such, he was careful not to be overly friendly.
"Mr. Yang, Mrs. Yang," Wan Zhuo greeted them. Yang Yi just nodded. His eyes didn't even register Wan Zhuo. He simply ushered Meng Xiao away.
Meng Xiao didn't say anything. She just followed Yang Yi.
Unlike the pavilion they'd visited the last time, this time they were in a traditional Chinese residence. The dining table was set up in the yard, surrounded by man-made hills and flowing streams. The traditional-style house was more than just decoration; it had all the essentials for living comfort.