Zhao Ziyin and Jian Anning were looking at each other when suddenly, across the street, a car drove by—it was the black Land Rover!
Zhao Ziyin almost stood up in an instant but was pressed down by Jian Anning. The most critical moment had not arrived yet, and perhaps, Wang Shuoming still had a chance to recant!
As cruel as it was... the more despicable Wang Shuoming was, the more it became the perfect medicine for Zhao Ziyin to sever her emotions and resolve!
She calmed Zhao Ziyin down, and both of them approached without making a sound. The black Land Rover drove into the hotel’s underground parking lot, and they followed at a distance, watching from afar.
Indeed, not long after, a man and a woman got out of the car. From a distance, the man looked just like Wang Shuoming!
Zhao Ziyin clenched her fists tightly, her teeth biting down on her lower lip, a bright face turned deathly pale!
Jian Anning held her firmly as they used the vehicles for cover, steadily advancing, being careful not to be noticed by the two ahead.
Only when the two entered the elevator did Jian Anning lead Zhao Ziyin to sprint over, noticing that the elevator display stopped at "17", she then pulled Zhao Ziyin towards another elevator, "Let’s go!"
The elevator ascended, its metal interior polished by the cleaning staff to a shine, reflective like a glass mirror, casting back their images.
Both of them faced the elevator doors yet remained silent. Even Jian Anning didn’t know how to comfort her.
They quickly reached the seventeenth floor, the elevator doors dinged open, and Jian Anning raced out ahead, following the sound of footsteps in the corridor. After turning a corner, they saw a door just as it "bang" closed behind someone!
The two walked over and stood still at the door. Jian Anning saw Zhao Ziyin’s lips turn pale, and not knowing what to do, she simply asked, "Should we go in?"
Zhao Ziyin didn’t speak. After a while, the phone that was tightly clutched in her palm dinged once again. She opened the phone to see the room number sent to her—it was indeed the door in front of her!
A tragic smile surfaced at the corner of Zhao Ziyin’s lips. Strangely, where she had been angry, confused, and distressed just moments before, now she only felt tired.
Could she not be tired? Before receiving that WeChat message, she had worked for twenty-four straight hours at the TV station for a new program. The directorial team had abruptly changed the scene, requiring her to memorize the script again, prepare props, and participate in the recording. And after receiving the WeChat message, she had booked the next flight out of Yancheng and flew over immediately, taking a taxi directly to the hotel upon landing.
Afterward, came the events Jian Anning witnessed.
At this moment, she looked as if all strength had been drawn out of her, even the brows that were usually tightly knit had drooped. Jian Anning had never seen such a dejected sight of her... it was almost enough to evoke pity!
"Should we go in, or should we knock?" The two stood by the door and faced the wall. Jian Anning actually felt like barging in and giving him a beating, but she was also considering Zhao Ziyin’s feelings and dared not act rashly, thus feeling hesitant.
But whatever it was, it surely couldn’t go on , right?
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