"What? Suspect that I'm hiding someone here!" Xiao Lin put down the hairdryer, looking at Hassan's expression in the mirror. The night wind brushed through his slightly longer hair, carrying the scent after a bath: "If you're so uneasy, why did you call me over?"
"Jun Zhe's in trouble!" Hassan moved to the window: "Right under your building. Tell me this wasn't your doing!"
"It wasn't!" Xiao Lin didn't evade Hassan's probing gaze: "I'm returning home tomorrow. Leave the items and you can go."
"Xiao Lin, I hope you're on our side!"
"I only stand with the victors." Xiao Lin's mouth drew a slight curve as he spoke with a smile.
After giving Xiao Lin a glance, Hassan placed the metal box on the table and walked out without a word. Staring at the box on the table, Xiao Lin was lost in thought. As an international superstar, he had many conveniences, like bypassing customs checks for flights and entry, and many more.
