The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Yan Rouxi stepped out first, her heels clicking against the polished hotel floor. She glanced around quickly, then pointed to the left.
"This way," she said in a low voice.
Rong Xi nodded and followed closely behind her. Their steps were fast but cautious, their hearts beating wildly with a mix of anger and disbelief. They soon reached Room 1703.
They stood in front of the door, the air heavy with tension. Yan Rouxi looked at Rong Xi and whispered, "Take out your phone. We're going to get all the proof. That shameless bastard won't be able to deny anything."
Rong Xi nodded as she took out her phone and opened the video recording function. She lifted it and gave Yan Rouxi a quick nod to signal she was ready. Yan Rouxi took a deep breath, her eyes sharp with fury. She inserted the master key into the door and turned it.
