Alvis did not know what he had said wrong. Even if the person on the other end of the phone did not speak, Alvis could feel a strong chill and the murderous intent made him shudder.
"Young Master Mu?"
Mu Sihan clenched his jaw, it seemed like his dark eyes were shooting out flames. He grasped on the phone tightly, on the verge of rage. He needed to break something.
"Follow her and see which room she goes into." Mu Sihan stood before the french windows. It was already dark, but it was brightly lit outside. His handsome reflection on the glass was grim.
Alvis walked towards the elevator and caught the level she had gotten off at.
Neither of them spoke anymore, but Alvis noticed that Mu Sihan was breathing heavily.
Mu Sihan looked out of the french windows, his body was tight and stiff. The anger seethed uncontrollably in his chest and battered inside like a caged dragon.
