"So this…" Gu Chenn kicked the body on the floor and his gaze shifted to the magazine corner. "Each person was shot in the head with a single bullet. Who did this good deed without leaving a name?"
...
Inside the suite, Li Qiao was pulled into the bathroom by Shang Yu.
She didn't get a clear view of the scene in the room, but there was a faint smell of blood in the air.
The man slammed the glass door of the bathroom shut, and Li Qiao pursed her lips, clutching his arm as if she had something to say.
But Shang Yu didn't look at her. He took a towel, dampened it with warm water, and then lifted her chin to wipe away the bloodstains on her face, bit by bit.
The action was not exactly gentle, but it was much lighter than before.
When her cheeks finally regained their cleanliness, the man gave her a deep look, dropped the towel, and turned to leave.
Li Qiao hurriedly grabbed the hem of his suit jacket and shook it.
