Bi Zheng stayed in the room and chased Ji Ziming and Pei Ge out before opening the luggage to take a closer look. Thankfully, the things he had wrapped were not damaged, so he was relieved.
Now was the time for him to chat with Qin Qitong.
Ji Ziming and Pei Ge, who were taking the elevator down, saw a person wearing a black cap walk past them with his head lowered.
After the person had left, Pei Ge asked, "Ziming, don't you think this person is so strange?"
"I know what you're worried about. I also know that other than Bi Zheng, there's another person in this hotel who is his target."
"Who could it be?"
Pei Ge asked softly. She really could not think of anyone else other than Bi Zheng who would be the target of such a murderous man.
"Sire Nine."
Ji Ziming said softly, but Pei Ge's heart was already in turmoil.
