The elevator went straight to the 36th floor.
Lei Wenting walked out of the elevator, raised his hand to gesture to the men behind him, who halted their steps. Lei Wenting approached the door of a presidential suite and lightly knocked on the door.
The door slid open silently.
Lei Wenting entered the room; Lei Qingqing, who was standing behind the door, immediately closed it tightly.
"Godfather, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Lei Wenting smiled faintly as he walked over and sat on the sofa. Lei Qingqing immediately poured him a cup of hot tea, "How are things outside?"
"They are frantically searching the city for you." Lei Wenting took the teacup, "However, that Qiao wouldn't have expected me to hide you in my own hotel."
"Godfather's strategy is brilliant." Lei Qingqing sat on the sofa opposite him, "Where is Leng Zirui?"
