Jiang Cheng followed behind, canceling tonight's engagements over the phone as he accompanied Fu Shihan upstairs to the office.
Large floor-to-ceiling windows made of special material allowed visibility from inside out, but not the other way around.
Fu Shihan stood by the window, observing the crowd below and searching for a particular figure.
Jiang Cheng stood beside him, following his gaze but couldn't make out what he was looking at until he spotted a familiar person in a corner booth.
"Hey, isn't that..."
"Keep an eye on the man next to her. Whichever hand touches her, chop it off."
"Got it, understood." Jiang Cheng nodded and immediately went to arrange it. When he turned back, he saw Fu Shihan still standing there, smoking.
Downstairs.
Su Wanxin drank one glass after another without speaking.
