It was seven o’clock in the morning when Ning Ran woke up.
She wasn’t drunk enough to the point of experiencing a blackout. She vaguely remembered two female staff helping her into the hotel room last night and she’d been sleeping until now after she collapsed.
Instead of feeling a headache of a hangover, she felt refreshed and decompressed.
It seemed that her alcohol tolerance had improved. She wasn’t drunk to a point where she couldn’t get up.
Above all, she could still remember that she talked a lot with Nan Chen, about borrowing money and the past.
She probably didn’t commit any mistakes. Otherwise, Nan Chen wouldn’t have sent her to a hotel.
As soon as she washed up, her phone rang. It was Cheng Xiangyun, asking for her whereabouts.
Ning Ran initially wanted to say that she was at a hotel, but because she was worried Cheng Xiangyun would inquire into the root of the matter, she simply lied and said she was at a friend’s house.
Unexpectedly, it wasn’t a brilliant lie at all, and she was immediately seen through by the experienced Cheng Xiangyun. “A friend’s house? Which friend? Do you have any friends in Flower City whom you can stay overnight with?”
“You don’t need to ask about that. Anyway, I’m fine. I’ll take a cab to the studio myself,” Ning Ran said.
“Hey, you haven’t answered me. Which friend’s house are you at?” Cheng Xiangyun was surely relentless.
“You don’t need to know about that. Just know I’ll be there in a bit.”
“You’re getting more and more ridiculous, do you know that? Don’t tell me you were with Mr. BMW last night.”
“No, I wasn’t. It’s been a few days since I last met him. Okay, I’m hanging up now.”
Ning Ran hung up without hesitation.
She then took her room card to the restaurant, had a free breakfast, and surprisingly ran into someone. It was Nan Chen.
It turned out that he had spent the night at the hotel as well and didn’t go home.
Ning Ran naturally didn’t know that Nan Chen stayed next door to her last night.
“Hi, good morning,” Ning Ran greeted enthusiastically.
Nan Chen nodded slightly as a response and then continued eating.
Ning Ran felt a little embarrassed, but she sat beside Nan Chen shamelessly.
As if he felt a little uncomfortable with her sitting next to him, he ate hastily and left.
Once Ning Ran finished eating, Nan Chen was long gone.
…
It was twelve noon.
Ning Ziqiang and Luo Yi were about to have their lunch when there was a sudden knock on the door.
The two immediately put down their chopsticks and glanced at each other vigilantly.
As they owed a lot of foreign debts, they often grew jittery when a knock sounded on the door.
“You go,” Luo Yi said to Ning Ziqiang.
Ning Ziqiang rose to his feet, walked to the door, and looked outside through the peephole.
It was the security of the building.
Only then did Ning Ziqiang feel relieved enough to open the door. What’s the matter?
“You’re Ning Ziqiang?” the security asked.
“I am. Are you new here? How could you not know me and call my name in full?” Ning Ziqiang was a little displeased.
Although he was now bankrupt, he still had the temper of a boss and was still a little angry to be called by his name in a contemptuous manner by a security guard.
“Your relative is here to see you,” the security replied, pointing behind him.
Thereupon, another person appeared from the stairs. He was tall and sturdy, and not easy to mess with at first glance.
Ning Ziqiang’s initial thought was that the debt collectors had arrived.
He turned around to hide in his house, but Qiao Zhan was quick to grab him.
“What are you running for? Don’t you recognize me, Mr. Ning?” Qiao Zhan asked.
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