Chapter 91 : Plan

• Zijing International Hotel, the top-floor presidential suite.
• In the dimly lit room, the curtains were tightly drawn, and the spacious room was illuminated only by a small lamp. The table was in a mess, and the floor was in chaos.
• An Yating's hair was slightly disheveled as she sat expressionless on the floor, tightly gripping the glass in her hand. After a long while, she slowly raised her hand and tilted her head back, emptying the glass of red wine.