Xu Qiaoqiao was dazed as the man led her to the penthouse suite.
Even after lying down on the bed, she still hadn't fully regained her senses. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that things weren't as simple as they seemed. An idea seemed to be surfacing in her mind, but just as she was about to grasp it, a wave of exhaustion washed over her, cutting off her train of thought.
Forget it, there was nothing to dwell on. She was all alone—what was there to be afraid of?
Chapter 1867