Xian Zihao indifferently looked at the way Jiang Ruolan was wearing his clothes. A trace of a faint trace of a smile flashed across his lips.

"Jiang Ruolan, how old are you?"

Jiang Ruolan's face darkened. "I'm obviously 1.64 meters!"

"Is that so? Why do you look like a kid?" He smiled, said nothing more, and walked to the elevator.

Jiang Ruolan quickly followed him. "What do you mean? 1.64 meters is not short, okay? I usually wear high heels about 5 cm, so my height is almost 1.7 meters! We just went out to eat, that's why I wore flat shoes. Do you need to look down on my height? It's normal for women to have a height of 1.64 meters."

Looking at Jiang Ruolan's serious expression as she explained everything, Xian Zihao could only smile. When the elevator stopped on the first floor, he casually grabbed her hand and pulled her out.

Jiang Ruolan followed him all the way out of the hotel, their hands still clasped. She thought Xian Zihao behaved like this because many staff at this hotel knew that they were married, but no one was there when she looked around. Before she could ask, Xian Zihao already dragged her to the side of the road.

"Are you cold?" he asked suddenly.

"No. I'm not cold anymore."

"Then, we will walk?"

Xian Zihao asked for Jiang Ruolan's opinion, and it caused her to be startled for a moment. Looking at his dark eyes under the bright night sky, she nodded.

The Marriott Hotel was located between the two busiest main streets in the city. They only needed about 20 minutes to get to uptown, so they didn't need to take a taxi.

Lower temperatures in late fall make them shiver with cold. They both walked side by side, casting long reflections under the street lamps' dim yellow light.

This was a moment of peace and tranquility that Jiang Ruolan rarely experiences after getting off the plane. From time to time, she would turn around and look at the graceful man next to her.

For a man like Xian Zihao, he didn't have a lot of time to accompany a woman walking at night, right?

Was this an honor?

At this moment, Jiang Ruolan felt an inexplicable sense of pride and vanity.

Xian Zihao, who had been quietly walking beside her, turned his head to look at her. A faint, starry light glimmered in his eyes as he asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Hmm? Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something." Jiang Ruolan smiled but did not explain.

Jiang Ruolan suddenly recalled the night when Xian Zihao's head hit the door frame of her bedroom. His expression was both innocent and angry at the same time. She guessed that no one had ever seen Xian Zihao felt embarrassed.

Jiang Ruolan rolled her eyes and looked at the man beside her.

Xian Zihao calmly walked beside her. He looked tall and straight, with a black tailored suit and white shirt under his windbreaker. This was the way he looked when he was at work. His black and soft hair was slightly combed back, but it was very casual, with one hand in his pants' pocket and the other holding her hand.

Such a man had suddenly appeared in her life. Could it really be that the heavens had opened a window for her after what she had experienced before?

Jiang Ruolan suddenly remembered something. This matter had been plaguing her mind all this time. She tried to find some words to say, "Did you know that those laborers have caused problems in front of the Xian Group entrance?

"I know."

"I have some ideas you can use. Will you listen to them?"

Xian Zihao glanced at her with a small smile. Jiang Ruolan couldn't figure out what he was thinking. "Speak."

"While this problem occurs due to their greed and imposing punishment on them is not wrong, but you should know, the way these people think and their living environment are one of the causes. If they didn't lack the money, they wouldn't have shamelessly caused a riot at your company and ZF's door."

"My friends who live there are having a hard time with this. Let's not talk about how low the security of this country is. After all had happened, shouldn't the parties involved benefit the families involved?"

Xian Zihao answered indifferently. "Suffice it to say that they are all not residents of H City. In this case, they are completely wrong. They are not obeying the rules, and their actions by gathering people to cause trouble are even more wrong. Doing riots at Xian Group when they have received compensation, this behavior is already more than greed. "

"They are indeed wrong, but they shouldn't be punished very severely. I have heard that an injured laborer had been tortured after he left the hospital. The authorities even have no plans to release him. Is it possible that they will imprison him for life?" Jiang Ruolan stopped.

Seeing that she had stopped, Xian Zihao stopped too and looked back at her expressionlessly. "This is not a welfare institution. If it's wrong, then it's wrong. The punishment is decided by the judicial system itself."

"Do you have no feelings? They do not kill or burn people. They just didn't have money or power. They know that low security was not something they should take advantage of, but no one was there to made decisions for them. Why would they go to the Xian Group to cause trouble? That's because they believe you can demand justice for them! They are people who live on the outskirts of the city. They have no knowledge, no culture, and only can earn money to support themselves or their families. This restricted their freedom. You are a superior person to them, the CEO of Xian Group. You have the right and wealth, the food left after each meal is enough for a few people to eat a day, and each bottle of wine is equivalent to the salary that those laborers can barely earn after months of hard work! You can't feel their pain at all!"

"Jiang Ruolan, you're overestimating the situation." Xian Zihao frowned, obviously disliking her questioning attitude.

"Do I?" Jiang Ruolan stared at him. "What did I say wrong?"

Seeing that Xian Zihao unwilling to argue with her, Jiang Ruolan quickly followed him. As they were near the business street, two beggars were sitting by the side of the road, and when they saw them passing by, the two beggars quickly pushed the boxes of change in front of them.

Jiang Ruolan saw them but ignored them and continued to chase after Xian Zihao. The suffering of the commoners could not be seen! "They just asked for your help. Do you need to be so cold-blooded?"

Suddenly, Xian Zihao stopped and looked at her. His voice was clear and cold. "Cold-blooded?"

Jiang Ruolan held her chin high, unafraid of the coldness in Xian Zihao's eyes.

Xian Zihao raised his hand and pointed to a spot not far behind her. "Since you're not cold-blooded, why don't you give them your excessive sympathy when you pass by?"

Jiang Ruolan was frightened. She turned back to look at the two beggars, then turned back to face him and confidently said, "How many people squatting at the side of the street begging for money? How would I know which was really poor and which was a scam group? Besides, they have hands and feet, and it's not like they're old or children. They are not looking for a job but squatting on the side of the road waiting for someone to give them money. I have no reason to show sympathy to people like those who sit all day waiting for pies to fall!"

"It seems that you are not so muddle-headed." The coldness in Xian Zihao's eyes faded slightly.