Las Vegas, a certain room on a high floor of a well-known hotel.
Hearing that Winslow's tone was a bit off, Luo An frowned slightly:
"What's wrong?"
"It's not very clear over the phone."
Winslow hesitated for a few seconds, his voice low:
"We need to meet."
"Okay."
Thinking of Winslow saying earlier that he planned to see his son, Luo An's expression changed slightly, and he got up to change clothes, asking:
"Where are you now?"
"I'm in a club in Southern Las Vegas."
Winslow gave an address, and Luo An hung up the phone. Beside him, Mona swallowed the food in her mouth, and asked with confusion:
"What happened? What are you going to do?"
While changing clothes, Luo An replied:
"Winslow might be in trouble."
Mona's expression changed slightly, and she put down her utensils:
"Do you need me to come with you?"
Quickly changed, Luo An walked over to Mona, bent down to kiss her face, and laughed:
"Not for now, I'll call you if anything's wrong."
"OK."
