The encrypted satellite phone call came at an inconvenient moment. Qi Si glanced at Shen Yan and walked to the other side to answer the call.
Shen Yan watched his slender silhouette, slightly dumbfounded.
The voice belonging to Qi Si faintly reached her ears.
It was Arabic.
He said he would go over there.
Had they just started going out, only to separate so soon?
He always had endless business to attend to.
Vaguely, Shen Yan knew that Qi Si had his own business outside, unrelated to the family enterprise.
That was her guess.
How could someone like Qi Si be content with just the family business?
Thinking he was about to leave, Shen Yan felt a bit downhearted.
"The hotel has an independent swimming pool; you can swim in your room," Qi Si's voice came to her ears.
Shen Yan was startled, "I didn't notice."
Was there an independent swimming pool in their room?
"Before you swim, let's have dinner first," said Qi Si, lifting his platinum watch. "It's about time."
