With a clang, the bowl of noodles in Ye Hao's hands dropped onto the ground, and the thick soup spilled on his trousers.
Without any hesitation, he rushed to the second floor, followed closely by butler Lu.
With the door of room 203 open, the layout inside could be beheld with one glance. He looked directly at the white bed.
The sheet and quilt were all white and neatly stacked, looking spotless. It seemed that nobody had ever slept in the bed at all.
Butler Lu went to the bedside, narrowing his eyes slightly. Then he picked up a small note from the sheet.
"Mr. Ye..." He handed the note to Ye Hao.
Actually, he had read the note an hour ago and then he put it back in its original position.
Taking the pink note, he frowned and his heart suddenly tightened.
As if realizing something, suddenly he was afraid to open it, let alone to see what was written inside.
