"Landen, it's my wishful thinking. Lan died eight years ago. I didn't dare to recognize the reality, so I ended up like this!"
He was still standing at the entrance of the banquet hall with one hand in his trouser pocket, frowning. The hotel manager was standing next to him. The two of them kept talking, and the atmosphere was tense.
"Aaliyah!" When he saw her, his eyes lit up, but the next moment, his frown deepened.
She looked a little embarrassed, and she was wearing a man's coat. It was obvious that it was purely handmade in Italy. It could be seen that the owner of the coat must be someone powerful.
He forced a smile and walked up to her. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
He subconsciously held her arm, and his voice couldn't help trembling.
"I'm fine!" Aaliyah lowered her h
