Su Yu is the Type I Like (14)

"Huh? For you?" An was stupefied.

She sounded like she knew these black-clothed guys.

So, he helped Zeng Rou into a black Audi A8L instead of the car Su Yu had sent for them.

Soon, the car stopped slowly at the gate of a five-star hotel.

"Miss, the madame said you must enter alone." The bodyguard stopped An.

"Okay."

Zeng Rou nodded. Looking back at An, she said in a low voice, "An, don't worry. They are my mom's bodyguards."

"Um… Your mother is here?" An understood suddenly.

"Yeah. She probably has something to say since she's here. I'll go in and talk to her."

"Okay. Call me if you need me."

Hearing that Zeng Rou would go in and see her mother, An relaxed and stayed outside.

A bodyguard pushed her wheelchair into the penthouse suite in the hotel.

Zeng Rou saw her mother, a noble-looking woman in her forties; she was dressed elegantly, and her deportment showed that she was obviously not an ordinary person.