"..."
The air suddenly became still.
No sound could be heard.
Catherine was standing far away, but she could clearly see the man's face.
Familiar peach blossom eyes, familiar wicked features.
It was as if a thunderclap burst out of nowhere, falling next to Catherine's ear.
A dull roar sounded, leaving her mind blank.
Fu Yunshen... how could it be Fu Yunshen?
Catherine's lips trembled violently, feeling dizzy: "How, how come you..."
The paparazzi were also dumbfounded, their gazes vacant.
Old man?
Ying Zijin's financial backer?
Fu Yunshen was reputed to be the youngest business elite, completely unassociated with the word old.
To call him a financial backer was clearly an insult.
"Mr. Fu!" The manager was the first to react, his legs a bit shaky, "It's you, why are you here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelashes, curled his lips, his smile cold, "Or are you saying, booking a room with my fiancée violates J Country's laws?"
