"The public relations at this hotel have always been top-notch. Little sister, stop crying. Didn't the manager explain everything to you before you came? Have you played this before?"
"Haha, she's acting so convincingly! Pretty features too, the money spent today was well worth it."
The low chuckles of three men reached her ears, as Elder Miss Ai struggled frantically, trying to say that she wasn't the hotel's PR, nor was she the person they were looking for.
Ai Muran shivered with fear, her grieving face streaming with tears and snot.
"Shall we draw straws?"
Amidst the men's wild and wanton laughter, Elder Miss Ai shook her head desperately, her mouth muffled to near suffocation, unable to cry out for help. Just as she was about to lose all hope, someone outside was frantically pressing the doorbell, then banging on the door with force.
"Elder Miss Ai... Ai Muran, are you in there?!"
Ai Lun?
