"Miss, watch your walk." Alfred Marcus clenched the document in his hand and curved his lips scornfully. There was no reproach in his language, but full of mockery.

Sherry humbled his face, whispered sorry and hurried back to the room.

With a bang, the room in the West Wing was tightly closed.

Alfred Marcus looked at it in unknown so, turned and continued downstairs: "What happened to her?"

Xie Jingchuan slowly walked in, languid sitting on the sofa legs gracefully overlapping, heavy closed eyes, like in the aftertaste of something.

His fingertips gently covered his thin lips, and his knife-shaped eyebrows slowly stretched.

Shen Beichen followed slowly from behind with...