Yang Ru said Yan Sijue's ward is also on this floor.
Fortunately, this floor consists entirely of VIP rooms, so there weren't many people. Mu Yiliang searched room by room until she finally found a room at the end without a name on the door.
Her heartbeat suddenly sped up.
Without hesitation, Mu Yiliang pushed the door open.
It was a suite, and what appeared before her was a living room, complete with sofas and a TV, but she didn't see anyone there.
She continued to walk inside and finally heard a faint conversation.
She pushed the door open once more.
The bed was neatly made, but there was no one in sight. She pushed the door wide open and finally saw a desk and the silhouette of someone behind it.
Yan Sijue, fully dressed, sat behind the desk with a laptop in front of him. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips tightly pressed together. Yang Ru stood by his side, reporting something.
