Everyone knew, the matter wasn't truly over yet.
Soon, the group returned to the luxurious suite on the hotel's top floor.
Chu Kuanglan took out the room card, and with a "beep", the heavy door opened in response.
However, when Fang Qingyu was the first to step into the room, his step faltered slightly.
In the center of the living room, on the comfortable leather sofa, a person was currently sitting.
A woman.
She was wearing a well-tailored dark purple combat suit, which outlined a mature and powerful curve.
Her long chestnut hair was casually tied at the back of her head, revealing a smooth forehead and a beautiful face with deep features.
Her posture seemed casual, even slightly lazy, with one foot also resting on the nearby low table.
But those eyes, as clear as amethyst, were now leisurely watching Fang Qingyu and his group, who were dumbfounded at the door.
The atmosphere in the room instantly turned somewhat eerie and tense...
