He pulled Qiao Xi back.
Such a sudden movement.
Qiao Xi was baffled by his actions and looked up, Shen Dang's broad shoulders blocked half the light.
A halo of blurred light danced on his shoulder.
His sharp profile seemed to bathe in the light with his finely chiseled jawline tensed.
Qiao Xi felt something was off about Shen Dang.
She asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Qiao Xi tiptoed, trying to look over his shoulder into the room.
She saw nothing unusual.
Shen Dang's low voice carried a frost-like chill, "Someone has been in our room."
"Ah?"
Qiao Xi was stunned.
How could someone have gotten in?
Qiao Xi pursed her lips, uncertain and alarmed, "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"No."
Shen Dang had already pulled Qiao Xi out to the door.
He promptly phoned the front desk to report that someone had entered their room.
The matter was significant; the front desk took it seriously immediately, and after contacting their superiors, the hotel manager quickly arrived.
