"Damn it, I knew something would happen."
Wubei glared viciously at Wu Peiling, who was crouching in the corner.
He had previously warned this woman not to come to the hotel.
But she wouldn't listen!
And look what happened?
The Two-Colored Red Dust Immortal is dead.
Wubei felt a headache coming on.
Killing someone right under Mo Lin's nose.
That's quite impressive.
Wubei turned to glance at Wu Peiling.
Wu Peiling huddled in the corner, trembling all over.
"What happened?" Mo Lin asked Wu Peiling.
"I don't know." Wu Peiling shrugged innocently.
"What happened just now? Didn't you see it?" Mo Lin questioned her again.
"I was about to sleep, and then she fell dead onto the floor. I don't know what happened." Wu Peiling answered slowly.
At this moment, an old man with white hair burst into the hotel.
"What are you doing?"
The old man with white hair scolded Mo Lin: "You're supposed to be protecting Miss, not interrogating her.
