Originally, she had some money on hand, but after buying a plane ticket and other expenses, most of it was already spent. The little one needed clothes, food, drawing supplies... Not to mention, just the weekly cost of oil painting paper and paints was significant. Right now, securing a livelihood was the urgent issue at hand.
Pressing her ear against the door, she listened as Gan Yuan's footsteps receded. Gan Tang immediately locked the door from inside, ran back to the living room, grabbed the telephone on the coffee table and dialed a number.
"Dynasty Hotel, good evening."
After a moment, the voice of the hotel operator came through the phone.
The little guy sat down on the sofa like a little adult and cleared his throat.
"Please connect me to 5609."
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In the Dynasty Hotel, inside the Presidential Suite.
Huangfu Jue was seated at his desk, flipping through a document.