Private lounge on the twenty-seventh floor of the hotel.
An elderly foreign gentleman with white hair gazed out at the night scenery. At the same time, a young man strode in from outside.
"Boss, we've found Nan Xiao Nan; she's returned to her former apartment."
The white-haired elder took a handkerchief from his breast pocket, covered his lips, and coughed lightly twice, then seemed about to stand up, prompting the young man to step forward and support him.
"You've been unable to find her these past days, yet only realized when she returned to the apartment." The white-haired elder looked calmly at the young man beside him, "Jimmy, should I start doubting your competence?"
The young man, Jimmy, lowered his head and hesitated to speak—for, truthfully, there were two things he still didn't quite understand.
