Xiaobao was eating and talking at the same time, his voice a bit loud.
"Mom, this chicken wing is so delicious. I'm going to eat it all, and also this drumstick..." Xiaobao leaned on the table, eating bite by bite.
Xu Chaomu had her back facing the door and remained silent.
Xiaobao alternated between eating chicken wings, nibbling on drumsticks, and sipping his drink, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Outside the suite, the hallway was silent. The thick carpeting muffled almost all footsteps.
The corridor was dimly lit, with only a few yellowed lights overhead, casting an eerie and somber glow.
The doorknob began to turn slowly, inch by inch. As the door opened just a crack, a cold, lethal handgun was aimed directly at Xu Chaomu's position—the dark barrel perfectly targeting her head!
Because Xu Chaomu was seated with her back to the door, she hadn't heard the sound of it opening.
