C548 The East Wind Rose

An hour later, Jiang Yan returned, knocking on the door with a tray of food prepared by the hotel in hand.

After a moment, Han Xuening opened the door, her hair still damp from a recent wash.

Without a word to Jiang Yan, she turned and retreated into the room, blow-drying her hair as she inquired, "So, what's the pressing matter you wanted to discuss?"

"Take your time," Jiang Yan responded