1870, He Fell Into a Conspiracy
He rushed to the door of room 808 at full speed, took the room card from the attendant, and opened the door straight away.
"Mu Anran!"
He barely stepped a foot into the room when he began calling out Mu Anran's name.
Room 808 is a presidential suite at the Xiangpuli Street Hotel, consisting of two sections, inner and outer.
As Yu Lingqian just stepped inside, he vaguely sensed something was off about the room's scent.
But at this moment, he only wanted to see Mu Anran right away, so he didn't pay much attention to anything else.
When he reached the inner room from the outer room, he suddenly felt a strange warmth rising in his body.
An empty feeling surged crazily from his feet upwards, even his hands started to feel weak.
Yu Lingqian instinctively furrowed his brows.
"Click!"
It was at this moment that a faint sound came from behind him.
The door, which had been half open, suddenly closed from the outside.
