"Nothing... nothing," Fu Liaoyi wiped away his tears, his tone now softer, "please forget the question I just asked."
"I just wanted to know the answer to one question. The question is very important to me."
"If I hurt you, I apologize now."
Qiqi bit her lip and felt as though she answered something incorrectly; "It's nothing."
She breathed uneasily, unsure how to make amends.
Time passed, and after half a moment, Fu Liaoyi snapped out of his daze, dried his tears, and walked out of the restroom.
Outside, the world was still buzzing with neon lights and intoxicating splendor.
"Mr. Hong, I'm leaving first."
Hong Jincong looked significantly at the blushing Qiqi following behind and asked, "Would you like her to stay with you overnight?"
"No, there's no need."
...
...
Fu Liaoyi walked out of the hotel, not even knowing how he had managed to leave.
That high-end hotel was filled with wealthy patrons, usually with beautiful girls in their arms.
