CLICK—Su Chen's door closed. Lan Hao's smile faded a little, and the guard beside him asked hesitantly, "Lord Lan Hao, the rest of the money..."
Lan Hao glanced at him, not bothering to figure out if there was truly no more supply or if the guard had deliberately shorted him 100 milliliters.
He waved his hand nonchalantly. "Keep it for yourself."
"Thank you, Lord Lan Hao." The guard was overjoyed and thanked him profusely before leaving gleefully.
Lan Hao scoffed inwardly and was about to return to his room, but just as he turned, his expression changed slightly.
He saw that another door down the hall had been silently opened at some point. Wan Chen was standing in the doorway, staring at him eerily.
Lan Hao's heart skipped a beat. He felt a pang of guilt, but then he cursed himself inwardly. 'What do I have to feel guilty about?'
