“Room No. 888, you will know when you go.” Lawyer Han said, patting me and pointing to the car that opened the door not far away.
A Rolls Rolls slide, the latest Rolls Rolls sedan.
I got into the car, and the car slowly spared the whole court several laps. Then I put me out of the car in front of the big hotel next to me and I walked into the hotel.
The waiter at the door asked me what I was going to eat or what.
I said lightly, “Room No. 888.”
The elevator went up to the eighth floor, and the door was magnificent.
There were no people around, and the two bodyguards guarded the gate of the private room No. 888.
The door was open and I walked over.
A man inside was leaning against the window and looking down, looking familiar because I had seen it on the video call.
“Are you the boss? Yun Huan?” I said.
“How does a big star feel? My producer?” Yun Huan pointed below and said.
I walked over, and there was the news car below.
The reporters are still wandering below, as if they are still broadcasting this.
“You called the reporter at the court gate?” I said.