That was a fingerprint lock. It felt clean and cool.
A red light flashed and a sweet warning tone sounded: [Sorry, your fingerprint is rejected.]
Startled, Xia Ling tried again. [Sorry, your fingerprint is rejected.]
Only then did she remember that she was not that person anymore. In the past, Imperial Entertainment was her home, but now, it was only a gorgeous cage. No matter how big or extravagant it was, it was still cold.
"Miss Ye." Chu Chen broke her train of thought. "You don't have permission to enter this lounge. There are other lounges downstairs. If you are tired, I will take you there to sit down."
"Who is using this lounge now?" Xia Ling asked.
"Nobody." Chu Chen briefly replied, obviously indicating that he did not want her to ask further questions. "Please come this way. I will take you downstairs."
Xia Ling looked at that crystal sliding door again one last time before turned around to leave.
