"Brother Qin, what's wrong?" Fatty Qi, who was walking ahead, turned around with a suspicious look when he saw Qin Lin suddenly stop.
"It's nothing. You go on up first. I have something I need to handle."
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. If I can feel such murderous intent, the person lurking in the shadows is undoubtedly hostile.
Therefore, Qin Lin had to lead the man away, not into the Qiantang Grand Hotel. Otherwise, if the attacker made a move among the children, Grandpa Wang, the kids, and many of their companions from the orphanage could be injured, or even killed!
"Brother Qin, is there a problem?" Fatty Qi wasn't stupid. He immediately sensed something was wrong from Qin Lin's grim expression. "Should I call the police? Or should I call the brothers down?"
"No need, I can handle it." Shaking his head at Fatty Qi, Qin Lin stepped out of the lobby. Sure enough, the scrutinizing gaze and murderous intent followed him outside.
