The glass walkway of the hotel is on a higher floor.
As Han Zhan expected, because this is not a sightseeing time, there are currently no other people on this walkway.
Han Zhan and Jiang Lingling pushed the food cart, quickly passing through the glass walkway.
"Why do you insist on marrying me?"
There was no one around, and there was no immediate danger, so Han Zhan couldn't help but ask.
Now that the two of them were more familiar with each other, he asked the question he most wanted an answer to.
Jiang Lingling's steps paused slightly.
"You don't remember?"
"Remember? What am I supposed to remember?"
Han Zhan was taken aback.
"Well, considering that kind of thing..." Jiang Lingling was about to say more when a piercing scream interrupted her.
The glass bridge is outside the hotel, and there are windows nearby, allowing one to see what is happening in the hall through them.
The scream just now came from a young woman in a black evening gown.
