After Qin Beiming stepped out of the elevator, Ling Mo was no longer there.
He glanced at the "23" with an upward arrow on the elevator screen, then turned his head and looked through the half-open glass door at the dark stairwell.
Logically speaking, even if the girl was in a hurry, she wouldn't have waited for the elevator for more than a few dozen seconds and instead chose to walk up that long and narrow staircase.
Not to mention that she was wearing high heels, the time difference of walking down from the 25th floor alone is definitely longer than waiting for the elevator.
Meanwhile, the banquet hall descended into chaos when several armed robbers stormed in. The socialites and heiresses present scattered like frightened birds.
Qin Beiming coldly glanced at the chaotic banquet hall. The screams and smashing sounds that were constantly pounding his eardrums were turning his originally calm emotions into a frenzy.
He instinctively reached into his pocket, but after searching around, he found nothing but half a pack of cigarettes that he hadn't finished smoking.
Depend on…
Why do I always forget to bring my medication when I get sick?
Qin Beiming, his face grim, intended to turn back the way he came, but he overheard someone anxiously calling Ling Mo's name in the banquet hall.
“Ling Mo…”
Could that little girl have been kidnapped by the robbers?
Qin Beiming withdrew his hand from pressing the elevator button and instead strode nimbly toward the chaotic banquet hall.
"Han Shu, send someone to the 25th floor to handle the emergency."
While making a phone call to the nominal general manager of the Emperor Hotel, he endured the excruciating pain throughout his body and swept his sharp, hawk-like eyes across the chaotic banquet hall.
His gaze swept across the room, and he finally spotted Ling Mo's beautiful figure. Although she had changed into a men's casual hoodie, he still recognized her at a glance.
As she nimbly slipped into the men's restroom, Qin Beiming followed closely behind her without hesitation.
Ling Mo knew that the robbers' target was her, and they would definitely turn the entire floor upside down to find her.
And the men's restroom is undoubtedly the safest place right now.
Even if someone were to break in, they wouldn't suspect a person dressed as a man with their face covered by a hat in a short period of time.
Even so, she still felt a little nervous.
It's not that I'm afraid of death, but that I'm afraid of being red.
If she were to display extraordinary skills in front of everyone, she might become an overnight internet sensation, and then her every move would be magnified infinitely.
She has a strong love for freedom and would never allow her eating, drinking, and bodily functions to be exposed to the media spotlight.
Knock knock knock—
A series of deep footsteps disturbed Ling Mo's thoughts, causing her to quickly slip into a not-so-spacious stall in the men's restroom.
Qin Beiming glanced around in the dim light, his thin, cold, and deep voice echoing:
Have you seen enough?
Ling Mo, who was peeking at Qin Beiming through the crack in the cubicle door, awkwardly took a step back and said in a low, muffled voice:
Are you talking to me?
Qin Beiming, hands in his pockets, casually stood in front of the cubicle, a captivating smile unconsciously curving his thin lips:
"Miss Ling, if you don't come out soon, the robbers will arrive, and you won't be able to leave even if you want to."
"You were following me?"
The thought that it was because of this pretentious man in front of her that she couldn't escape in time by taking the president's private elevator made Ling Mo feel like a hundred thousand alpacas were galloping and roaring in her heart.
Sensing the tension in Ling Mo's words, Qin Beiming lowered his head and smiled faintly.
"She has quite a temper."
"Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Although there was a wooden door separating Ling Mo from Qin Beiming, Ling Mo still keenly sensed the dangerous aura emanating from him.
This kind of aura is far stronger than that of those armed robbers.
That's why she held the wooden door of the cubicle firmly, fearing he might suddenly burst in.
Qin Beiming was slightly taken aback. After pondering for a moment, he stammered, looking somewhat puzzled:
"have no idea."
At first, he was just a little confused. How could a girl who was so inexperienced in the ways of the world have such sharp eyes?
But as he got closer to her, he suddenly forgot his original reason for looking for her.
Furthermore, the screams in the banquet hall stimulated his senses, and Qin Beiming, who was on the verge of a relapse, was even unable to concentrate.
"Since you don't know what to do, just stay put and play."
Ling Mo was so angry at his nonchalant "I don't know" that he kicked the partition hard, causing Qin Beiming, who was standing in front of the door, to be knocked dizzy by the impact.
"Did you eat explosives?"
Qin Beiming frowned and, with lightning speed, took a step forward and grabbed Ling Mo's wrist tightly.
"Who told you to always block my way?"
Ling Mo didn't really want to hit him; after all, she couldn't bring herself to do it to a handsome man.
However, the situation was urgent, and she had to get rid of this annoying tail as soon as possible in order to protect herself.
She took a deep breath, intending to break free of his grip with brute force, but found that he was surprisingly strong.
"Hey... if you don't let go, I'm going to get serious."
Upon realizing the vast disparity in strength between the two, Ling Mo felt a sense of defeat.
Over the years, she had never lost a fight. Unexpectedly, she was completely outmatched by a flashy, handsome gigolo today.
There are people outside.
Qin Beiming suddenly pursed his thin lips, abruptly pushed Ling Mo into the nearest cubicle, and then locked the door with his other hand.
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