That night, Rong Xianning found it difficult to fall asleep, tossing and turning on the bed.
Meanwhile, in the top floor's most luxurious presidential suite of the same hotel, the grand floor-to-ceiling windows offered an unobstructed view of Australia city's bustling night scene, as if the entire city was under one's feet, stirring a sense of ambition that encompassed all the world's mountains.
A pair of jet-black deep eyes shed their disguise, quietly gazing at the night sky, like an elevated divine eye in an altar, observing the world with cold and ruthless detachment.
In front of the round table, there was a tablet displaying a video call wherein a man respectfully reporting, yet the camera from this side captured only a segment of an arm, part of a collarbone... slender and fair, under the dim light, indistinguishable in gender, bubbling with a silent allure.
Opposite, You Qi swallowed again, lifting the nearby coffee cup to take a gulp, masking the flush on his face.
