Wen Meimei murmured a name, "Luo Liu... is it you?"
She wasn't dreaming, was she?
"Uh," her neck suddenly met with a heavy blow, and the girl's vision went dark as she fell unconscious.
Luo Liu gently picked her up and strode toward the brightly lit area.
Verlan International Hotel.
Ding... the elevator door opened.
Qiao Chengxun came out of the elevator, holding a phone in his hand and chatting in French.
Suddenly, a tall man came walking toward him, wearing only a pair of black swim trunks, his solid muscles tightening and then relaxing with each step, exuding an aura of solitary pride that was not to be underestimated.
What was discordant, though, was the soaking wet girl in the man's arms.
With just a glance, Qiao Chengxun recognized the girl and a layer of coldness swiftly covered his icy eyes.
He ended the call and walked briskly over, stopping the man with an air of threatening malice erupting around him.
"Hey, put her down."
