Shen Jing mused. To wait and see if he would come looking for her—such a thought was utterly clownish. His lavish family background made him a man above others; people usually flocked to cajole Mr. Zhou. It was a rare sight for him to lower his head and coax anyone. A true favored Son of Heaven. So brazenly cold-hearted. She was well aware of her disadvantage in this unrequited love, with absolutely no way to turn the tables on Zhou Luchen.
「Ao Area.」
In a private entertainment room, bodyguards stood guard outside. Zhou Luchen's stack of chips on the table never seemed to diminish. Some people aren't just born lucky; they have good luck at the tables too. Zhou Luchen was one of them.
But he wasn't in the mood. After discussing a project with a client, he got up and left. His assistant packed up the laptop and followed him out.
"Mr. Zhou, shall I arrange a flight back to Shanghai for you?"
