As she spoke, she reached out to open the door and walked out, "Let's go."
Lu Moqing gave her a cold glance, his face expressionless as he walked beside her. As the two approached the elevator entrance, Lu Moqing's body suddenly wobbled a few times, quite noticeably and almost collided with Qiao Xu standing beside him.
Qiao Xu instinctively reached out to support him, her brow furrowed with concern, "What's wrong?"
"I suddenly feel a little dizzy."
Lu Moqing's hand rested on Qiao Xu's slim shoulder, and half his body weight was pushing down on her.
Qiao Xu was worried about the blow to his head, and as she held him tightly, she frowned and said, "It's probably a mild concussion, I should take you to the hospital."
"No need, there's a medical room in the hotel, and I don't want to go too far."
Qiao Xu was also concerned about Lu Moqing's condition and knew that the equipment of this seven-star hotel was so astonishingly advanced.
