The Cullinan had been parked by the roadside in the villa district the whole time.
Meng Baihan had been lying against Zhang Yang's chest for a long while, counting and recounting. Then, as if she had suddenly remembered something, she sat bolt upright.
"Right, at the hotel today... those were all hotel staff, weren't they?"
She voiced the doubt in her heart.
"Yeah. From the general manager down to the directors," Zhang Yang said casually.
"They... seemed to treat you with a lot of respect?" Meng Baihan asked tentatively. "Are you... some very important guest?"
"All of you can be guests, but I'm not." Zhang Yang laughed. "As for why they respect me so much, isn't it only natural for employees to show respect to their boss?"
Meng Baihan's eyes widened, and for a moment, she was completely speechless.
Because it was simply too unbelievable.
The enormous Four Seasons Hotel—Yinghai's landmark, the top local five-star hotel in the minds of Yinghai residents—was actually Zhang Yang's property?
Thinking back to those people's attitudes, all her doubts were instantly explained.
"No wonder..." Meng Baihan murmured to herself.
Outside Meng Baihan's family villa.
Meng Mingfeng was driving his Land Rover home at an unhurried pace.
"Wait... what's that?"
His eyes suddenly widened. Thinking he had seen wrong, he hurriedly rubbed his eyes and looked again.
A Cullinan... and that license plate.
It really was Zhang Yang!
"Why is he outside my house? Don't tell me..." Meng Mingfeng muttered, an agonizing thought suddenly rising in his heart.
As his thoughts raced—
Meng Baihan, his own younger sister, suddenly got out of the Cullinan ahead.
And after getting out, Meng Baihan actually began straightening her clothes and smoothing her skirt.
The moment he saw that, Meng Mingfeng's eyes turned red.
**"A man may be