The Purple Incense in the gilt incense ball had just burned out, and the Incense Master lit a new burner of Sinking Water Agarwood. Elegant wisps of fragrant smoke slowly drifted through the private room.
Adrian Shaw said nothing, his Adam's apple gliding up and down. His striking, cold features looked weary and listless in the lamplight.
"No contact info, right? I'll go ask for it."
Sean Wallace spoke as he stood, ready to find Luna Quinn and ask for her number.
"No need." Adrian placed his phone on the table, a string of digits glaring on the screen.
"Serena's phone number?" Sean was puzzled. "So you've got the number—why not just call directly?"
"Add her on WeChat." Adrian's voice was indifferent. "You do it."
"All right, all right, I'm on it."
