"Qian Qing, don't make me dinner tonight. I have something to take care of."
"Okay. Be careful then."
After saying goodbye, Luo Xiu tidied himself up and left.
Following the address Lin Xiyue had sent, Luo Xiu took a taxi straight to the Xianghai Hotel, then went upstairs to Room 404.
In the luxurious and elegant hotel room, Lin Xiyue stood on the balcony in a white mesh dress, gazing at the city's nightscape.
A cool night breeze blew gently, lifting her long hair and fluttering her dress. She was a breathtaking sight.
Luo Xiu walked over to stand beside her. Gazing into the night with her, he asked, "Did you need me for something?"
Lin Xiyue's face was expressionless, her coolly beautiful eyes devoid of emotion. "Let's do it," she said.
"Okay."
Luo Xiu moved to a nearby chair and sat down.
Just as he reached for a teacup, Lin Xiyue suddenly turned to stare at him.
