Upon seeing that it was Ruan Yiyi, the man immediately beamed, nodding and bowing, "Miss Ruan is joking, please come in."
Joking? Miss Ruan owned shares in this hotel and was the daughter of a tycoon from Hong Kong; no one dared to provoke her.
Yet there he was, watching Miss Ruan walk in arm in arm with this young man in school uniform, wiping the sweat from his forehead in relief that he wasn't blamed.
But who would have thought that this young man was related to Miss Ruan?
Wen Yu was thus led in by her. Normally quick-witted, he took a moment to react, not until his eyes suddenly met those of a familiar sister by the French window. He then discreetly pulled his arm away, distancing himself from her.
"What, I helped you and you won't even say thank you?"
As she spoke, she smirked, her eyes fixed on him without blinking, "Hmm? Little brother."
That term 'little brother' made him frown slightly before he calmly replied, "I didn't ask for your help."
