The girl in his arms, her snow-white, almost transparent melon-seed face, and the little cutie by her side, constantly shedding tears, constricted even more in Li Shengxiao's pupils. He abruptly lifted the person into his arms and swept his gaze over the people in the suite, rendered foolish by fright. He said, word by word, "You'd better pray she's alright!"
The deputy bureau's son, who was kicked to the ground and hadn't gotten up, shivered, feeling for no apparent reason that Li Shengxiao's peripheral vision had swept over him.
"Otherwise, ..."
Otherwise!
Li Shengxiao didn't say what would follow, holding the person who was about to faint, took Li Duidui, and without looking back, left the hotel suite.
As soon as he left, the whole place fell deadly silent.