The man hidden behind the mask glanced at Mo Yunchen, his thin lips slightly raised as his tall and lean figure turned around.
Mo Yunchen's expression darkened slightly, the gaze of that man contained provocation and icy coldness.
The next moment, all the lights in the ballroom went out, darkness swept over, and numerous men and women started to scream, followed by a gunshot in the dark, sending everyone scattering in panic.
Qinqin was pushed aside by the crowd running in the darkness, uncertain of where she had been squeezed into. Her expression tightened; a pair of hands reached out from behind her to grab her. Qinqin was initially pleased but turned to look and knew in the darkness - even without seeing clearly - that the person was not Mo Yunchen. It wasn't just the feeling of the palms but also the breath and physique, all of which were entirely different from Mo Yunchen's.
