Zhuo Xiangnan, having finally dealt with the backlog of business from yesterday, leaned back wearily in his chair. Remembering that he seemed to have already agreed to a collaboration with Dingsheng the day before, he covered his eyes with his hand.
While Zhuo Xiangnan rested with his eyes closed, Lin Yao was nearly driving herself insane.
She paced circles in her room, no longer sure how long she had been trapped inside. Although she longed to step out and confront them, every time her hand reached for the doorknob, she withdrew it again.
Biting her lip as she gazed at the door in front of her, Lin Yao reflected on the injustices and torture she had endured before. She bit the tender flesh inside her mouth hard.
After several deep breaths, her hand slowly reached out toward the door, turned the doorknob, and the door cracked open slowly, revealing a sliver of the hotel corridor.
Frank watched the scene that appeared on the screen with a slow smile stretching across his lips.
