Qiao Anhao paused for a moment before stepping into the room. Instead of handing Lu Jinnian the script, she put it on the coffee table in the living room area.
"I'm leaving the script here," she said.
Once she finished speaking, she lifted her head and looked at Lu Jinnian. The guy hadn't moved an inch. He was still leaning against the bedroom door with the same emotionless expression on his face.
Qiao Anhao knew full well that she had done what she came here to do and should quietly leave.
Still, she stood in her tracks for a moment before saying in a low voice, "Goodbye."
Then, she turned around and headed straight for the door.
Silence fell in the room. Besides the faint sound of Qiao Anhao's footsteps, nothing was heard. But just as she was about to reach for the hotel room door, the sound of rushed footsteps suddenly came.
