Gu Qili originally wanted to sneak a curious glance, but the door was barely open, and vague voices could be heard from inside. The two doormen guarded her as if she were a thief, as if she were a terrorist.
She wasn't keen on looking anyway.
Just as Gu Qili was about to leave, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman approached, speaking French with a waiter next to her. But the waiter couldn't understand what she was saying and could only stare anxiously.
Gu Qili understood, though. It turned out this French woman had just gone to the restroom and couldn't find her private room upon returning; the characters on the door looked like hieroglyphics to her.
As she happened to walk by, Gu Qili kindly pointed to a room down the corridor: "Is that the one you're talking about?"
Worried that Mu Shuoqian was waiting in a rush, Gu Qili quickly left after a few words with her.
At this moment, in the private room behind her, the man sitting at the center suddenly narrowed his hawk-like eyes,
