At this moment, inside the presidential suite.
The only ones left were Shen Yao'an, Meng Xiaoran, Si Lei, and, Leng Sichen.
It had been a while since Xia Yuxun and the others had left. Leng Sichen was still standing there motionless, the dark currents in his eyes sweeping over from the deep murky seabed tens of thousands of miles away—forecasting a storm...
The other three were inexplicably intimidated by the atmosphere and didn't dare to make a sound.
No one knew how long it passed before the storm on Leng Sichen's face finally subsided, leaving behind a hint of desolation and bleakness, as well as a sadness so profound it seemed impenetrable...
However, it was only for a brief moment, so fleeting that they almost thought their eyes had deceived them.
It wasn't until Leng Sichen had turned around and walked away without a second glance that the three of them came back to their senses.
