When had his sister's judgment of people become so poor?
The surveillance video only showed the man's back, his face completely unseen.
This man's figure appeared quite thin. Was he really a match for his sister?
Zhan Qipei's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, devoid of any curve. The hand holding the phone gradually tightened its grip, the knuckles turning a pale white from the force.
"When you checked in this morning, weren't there two of you? Are there no other cameras?"
Now he didn't know where his sister was off to with some random man, and his wife had also disappeared?
The waiter was startled by Zhan Qipei's icy aura and stammeringly began to speak:
"During the check-in... it was only Miss Zhan alone. Later, I indeed saw another woman with Miss Zhan, but we really did not see them come out.
President Zhan... what you are viewing now are the latest two pieces of footage; there are more further back."
