The night was like ink, eerily quiet.
Time slipped away unnoticed.
Cui Ying was feeling quite agitated at the moment.
She couldn't quite put a finger on her restlessness.
She found that she could not get in touch with Ren Feifan and Xu Shihan since the evening, and initially planned to call them out for a meal once she reached them.
But after half an hour of waiting with no sign of them, out of helplessness, Cui Ying could only order some take-out.
Quite the spread.
The doorbell soon rang, and Cui Ying, all dressed up, scurried over to get the door.
"This restaurant's delivery is really fast, good job!"
But the moment she opened the door, a shadow suddenly sprang forward, forcing Cui Ying back into the room!
"Ah!"
Cui Ying screamed instinctively.
The sound was cut short, the hotel door was slammed shut, and two burly men stood before Cui Ying.
At the moment, Yuan Hanqing, waiting downstairs, was polishing her spike.
This was her daily routine.
