The elevator doors opened slowly, and a pot-bellied Caucasian man walked in.
With a side glance at the man's belly, Leng Zirui relaxed a bit.
The elevator doors closed again and continued to ascend.
Leng Zirui straightened up, but inwardly he only felt self-mockery.
Even if Xu Xia wanted to go downstairs, this elevator was going up, she shouldn't be able to appear, yet he was tense thinking she might. Indeed, when it comes to that girl, would he always make wrong judgments?
The elevator stopped at the 19th floor, Leng Zirui stepped out, already deciding internally to change hotels as soon as possible.
He couldn't keep thinking about avoiding Xu Xia every time he appeared; better safe than sorry. If they really met as a couple, how would he explain his presence in Italy to her?
Now, Luo Ke had been temporarily stabilized by him, next he needed to contact Lei Wenting and the rest, under no circumstances could Xu Xia get involved.
