For a time, the entire suite was dead silent.
However, the man at the door was in a dilemma; leaving or staying didn't seem right. He stood there like an ant on a hot pan, dripping with sweat.
The night breeze blew in through the open window. Shen Chi stood motionless beside it, with cold and deep light emanating from his obsidian-like eyes.
As long as Shen Chi stood there, the man at the door remained still for just as long, not moving an inch.
Finally, Shen Chi turned his head away from the window and gave the man at the door a cold glance.
"Have you sent people to search?" Shen Chi asked.
"Yes, we started searching as soon as we got the news," the man said, a weight lifted off his shoulders as he heaved a long sigh of relief.
It was finally Shen Chi's turn to speak, and his whole body was still trembling, even his tone of voice quivered.
"And the result?"
"The Madam might... might have returned to the country," the man said.
