Su Zhinian went silent and stopped talking.

The unfamiliar voice waited and then continued, "The owner is very drunk and is stranded alone at our hotel…"

Su Zhinian's brows were creased deeply. Before the voice could finish his sentence, he ran to grab his coat hanging on the rack and dashed out of his office.

"…So, can you come or find some other friends who know the owner to come fetch her?"

Su Zhinian, who had stepped into the elevator, asked the moment the voice finished, "Which hotel?"

Even though he was obviously in a rush, there was an annoyance in his tone.

"Beijing Hotel…" Before the voice could finish, he hung up. He then glanced at Cheng Qingchong who stood with a curious expression outside the elevator, telling her to cancel the dinner meeting as he repeatedly pressed the "Close" b.u.t.ton.

After Su Zhinian reached Beijing Hotel, before he even entered the room, he could hear Song Qingchun's singing, which was akin to a drowning cat, drifting out from within.