Han Zhan, "..."
Lian and Mei giggled in the back, finding the entire exchange amusing. Feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, Han Xin met Xiang Yu's glance.
Xiang Yu had his hand wrapped casually around Han Xin's arm, a touch that felt both grounding and exhilarating. "Do as he says," Han Xin finally replied, flustered but hiding a smile.
Kai Wang nodded. "Yes, sir," he said, smoothly taking a turn to navigate the bustling streets. The other cars followed in formation as they headed toward a familiar area.
They had been here before during supply runs, and Han Xin had a particular hotel he preferred. It was the only clean one that he could tolerate.
Soon, they parked in an underground lot, the familiar scent of oil and concrete wafting into the air as they exited their vehicles.
