Compared to Ye Ranran's timidity, Jun Mochan appeared much more composed. His palm pressed tightly to Ranran's, confidently leading her out of the elevator with an unaffected expression.
In just a short time, Xie Yuan had already received the news.
His expression twisted further and further, eventually hurling his mobile phone harshly onto the ground.
Feng Xi, standing beside him, did not dare to breathe.
Suddenly, as if coming to a decision, Xie Yuan ordered Feng Xi, "Go...pick up the phone from the floor."
Feng Xi dared not disobey, obediently retrieving the phone and handing it to his outstretched hand.
"Proceed." Xie Yuan dialed a number and uttered only three words.
Just as Jun Mochan and Ye Ranran left the hotel, a group of men rushed towards them from the side.
"Come with us," the one in front said.
All of them wore black tops and pants; unfortunately for them, the hotel entryway was too well-lit, preventing them from blending into the darkness of night.