Shen Hanyu arrived at Bailing Mountain.
Fang Lan was waiting for him at the entrance of the hotel. She laughed as she said, "You're too late. Miss Sang has already entered the man's room, and they've been in there for nearly an hour. Do you think they already..."
Shen Hanyu's breathing visibly became heavier as soon as he heard this.
It was like the coldness emitted by the glaciers of an extremely cold place, and also like the cold light of a sharp sword that was suddenly unsheathed. It was cold, terrifying, and intimidating.
Fang Lan shut her mouth subconsciously and quickly retreated to a safe distance.
"Room 603, Shen Hanyu. Good luck!"
Just as Shen Hanyu was about to enter the hotel lobby, a car behind him screeched to a halt.
Sang Minglang came out from the car and strode over. "Shen Hanyu, don't go and look for my sister. I'll go."
Shen Hanyu's dark eyes looked at Sang Minglang quietly.
