Walking on the wet streets, the dry pantyhose felt as if they had been despised, becoming moist once again.
Xiao Lin was holding an umbrella. If it weren't for Lian, he wouldn't even bother with this drizzle; wearing a hat would have sufficed. Besides, there were three blocks between the hotel apartment and the North Palace. Not too far, but definitely some distance, which is why Xia Xue insisted on having the car for them. It would only take her a few minutes to walk there.
"Was the hotel apartment arranged by Yao Zheng?" Xiao Lin's tense heart eased a bit as they exited the hotel. He didn't need to pretend in front of Lian; he was transparent before her.
"Yes, he recommended this place on the first day, based on our requirements, and had his secretary find it for us."
"Keep an eye on Secretary Li next to him; he might be one of Fourth Master's people."
"You and Qing Yi came here for Fourth Master?"
