Twenty minutes later, a black sedan drove by, and Luo Xiao got out of the car, wearing a mask, dressed all in black.
Leng Qing glanced over and it seemed like there were still a few people sitting inside the car, but the sedan didn't stop; it drove off after Luo Xiao got out.
The man lifted his leg and walked inside.
Leng Qing hurriedly caught up, "Young Master."
Luo Xiao took off his mask, his gentle and handsome face now donned an unfamiliar frostiness, his brows perpetually furrowed, "Have all the people been brought here?"
"Yes, they are now on the second floor."
Luo Xiao nodded his head, but suddenly his steps halted, he raised his eyes to glance at the lit second floor, his gaze lingering.
Seeing this, Leng Qing asked, "Young Master, there's no one arranged here as per your instructions, it's just the two of us..."
Luo Xiao came back to his senses, shook his head, and continued forward, "It doesn't matter, don't let anyone know about this."
"Yes."
