Zhou Xuan slowly watched Shan Yue leave. Only Mu Wei scratched his head with a puzzled expression. "Mr. Zhou, what unchanging? What were you talking about just now?"
Zhou Xuan's long and narrow eyes dimmed as he smiled. "It's nothing. Aren't you feeling unwell? Go back and rest early."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xuan followed Shan Yue into the car. Seeing this, Mu Wei did not say anything else and hurriedly ran over to follow, afraid that he would be left behind.
As evening approached, the three of them returned to the hotel and did not communicate much. After dinner, they returned to their rooms.
In Victor's office, the gloom held up by the weak streetlights outside the window accentuated the strangeness of the atmosphere. Victor sat with his assistant and discussed their plans for the evening.
