The masked man let go of her arms, eyes averted, and straightened his back. Qin Zhuzhu blinked a few times, trying to gather her thoughts.
She scrutinized the man again, as if trying to catch any signs that would give his identity away. There was nothing similar other than his height and build. His eyes had become dark, and she didn't dare to look into that seemingly empty pit.
But if one were to look underneath that mask, the man was actually burning up.
"Uh... that... I'm sorry," Qin Zhuzhu laughed softly.
"It's okay," his voice was emotionless.
At that moment, Qin Zhuzhu's stomach rumbled. With mischievous eyes, she looked up at him and rubbed her stomach.
"I'll buy you some food," the man turned to the door.
"Okay! Can you find my purse? I think it's outside somewhere."
The man only nodded and walked into the side room connected to the Presidential Suite.
He found her purse after a short search. There was a flash of light inside her purse, coming from an incoming call.
