Third Floor
A gold pen encrusted with diamonds twirled with a graceful arc between the pale, beautiful knuckles of the man, its movement reminiscent of a swan dancing elegantly upon Swan Lake. Again and again, it spun countless circles, tireless and without a sign of dropping.
Finally, at a sudden moment, the pen in the man's hand that twirled like a ballet dancer came to a halt. Held between two fingers, the horizontal pen accompanied a slight lift of the beauty mark beside the man's left eyebrow.
"Stop," the man uttered a single word.
The person standing beside him immediately picked up the remote and aimed it at the surveillance monitor, pressing the control button, thus the camera, actively recording on the floor below, focused on a young woman sitting on the couch without moving.
Xiao Yebai's eyes scanned the face of the woman in the monitor a few times, "Do you know who she is?"
