"It's none of your business!" she replied irritably.
"Of course your affairs are none of my business, but..." Cold Xiaoxie jumped down from the railing, "This is a critical time, Miss Iria, it's best not to wander around. Otherwise, if something happens, I won't be able to explain to Mr. Zhuang."
Iria pursed her lips, snorted coldly, and turned to walk back to her room, slamming the door shut.
Cold Xiaoxie lazily raised a beer to his mouth, took a sip, and then returned to his room, took out his cellphone, and dialed Memoria's number.
"How are you guys now?"
"We've left the Police Bureau and are heading to the temporary hideout prepared for us by Mr. Chen."
"Don't use your current phone number anymore, get a new number, send it to me tomorrow, and tell James Xavier to turn off his phone." Cold Xiaoxie paused slightly, "Also, have Mr. Chen take care of your bodies to be ready for emergencies."
"Okay, I got it."
"Hanging up now."
