Perhaps sensing her little trick, the man raised his coffee cup in her direction. Wei Anjing, frightened, immediately put away the mirror and placed it back in her bag. She put on her sunglasses again and didn't dare to glance towards the corner, quickly grabbing her bag and rushing out.
The man elegantly sipped his coffee and then set down the cup. He stood up, his long legs striding out from the shadows, and walked over to the booth where Wei Anning and her friends had been sitting.
He took his hand out of his pocket, bent over slightly, and picked up an unripped photo. It was the scene from the service area, the man in the mask holding the unconscious Wei Anning in his arms.
His thin lips curled slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his clear blue eyes.
He spoke a few low words in fluent English to the middle-aged man who followed him, who quickly took the photo and nodded respectfully toward him. The man glanced out the window, his eyes narrowing slightly.
