The concert ended, and the audience began to file out.
A massive crowd was packed in front of the Mercedes-Benz Cultural Center, making it impossible to hail a cab.
Chen Yansen led Meng Jie one block further, where things were slightly better. The two got into a car, and Chen Yansen told the driver to head to the Marriott Hotel.
"My dad booked me a room next to the Marriott, so I can't stay with you tonight," Meng Jie said softly, leaning against Chen Yansen's chest.
After Wei Zhe explained the situation, Meng Zhen Country had rushed to book his daughter a new hotel.
'I can't give Chen Yansen any opportunities,' he thought.
As a man, he knew all too well what was on the mind of an eighteen-year-old boy. He couldn't let this little punk, Chen Yansen, defile the precious cabbage he had carefully raised for eighteen years.
"Uncle Meng really doesn't trust my character."
