Mr. Borden's studio stood out among the buildings in the bustling commercial district at the city center.
Its long, slender architecture, entirely covered with a glass exterior, was so distinctive that Xu He didn't need to ask around; she spotted her destination from afar.
After getting out of the car, Xu He glanced at her assistant dragging a suitcase and carrying bags large and small.
Such an entourage hardly seemed fitting for a lady of high society; in her circles, even for a casual visit, there would typically be three or four nannies and bodyguards in tow.
But Xu He didn't care for such matters. To her, nothing was more important than efficiency.
Little Tiangao was persistent in that same way.
But her assistant carrying so many things was indeed not appropriate for meeting Mr. Borden.
"You go ahead to the hotel and handle the check-in. I'll go see Mr. Borden myself," she said.
