After bidding Lu Xin farewell, han Bing walked into the hotel with a smile.
When she entered the elevator, the smile on her face began to disappear, and the satellite phone began to ring.
However, han Bing did not pick up the call. Instead, she walked through the long corridor and went straight back to her room.
She took off her coat and hung it on the hanger. Then, she took off her riding boots.
She poured herself a glass of water and sat quietly in her room, lost in thought for a long time.
At this moment, the phone in the room suddenly rang. The ringtone was short, as if someone was urging him to hurry up.
Han Bing took a deep breath, picked up a ball of paper beside him, rolled it into a small paper ball, and flicked it out.
The ball of paper hit the speaker button of the phone, and a calm voice rang out in the room.
"You're too slow."
"After all, I'm on vacation in name," han Bing gently stroked her forehead and said.
