"What a nouveau riche!" Lin Jiacheng said with a sneer, "Only a nouveau riche would spend so much money just for the so-called face. Others say how outstanding Lin Zhiming is, but now it seems that he is nothing more than that!"

Ding dong.

Just then, the doorbell of the suite rang.

A subordinate walked to the door and opened it, and found the hotel manager standing outside.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, the owner of our hotel asked me to send you something." The manager held a small envelope in both hands and said with a smile.

"Send me something? What, is he afraid?" Lin Jiacheng said with a joking expression.

"This is a little bit of our boss's wishes!" the manager said.

Lin Jiacheng stood up and walked to the manager. He took the envelope from the manager's hand and pinched it. He found that the envelope was very thin and there seemed to be a piece of paper inside.

"A letter of apology?" Lin Jiacheng said as he opened the envelope and took out a piece of paper.

Lin Jiacheng was dumbfounded when he saw the content on the paper.
Chapter completed!