The two men had no time to pay attention to Lin Ruochun; Fu Jinghen took Wen Qiao and walked straight out of the hotel.
Lin Ruochun hesitated for two seconds and hurriedly followed.
"Hey, you—"
Huo Mutian looked at the suitcase left unattended in the lobby, paused for a moment, and then resignedly walked over, dragging Fu Jinghen's suitcase towards the surveillance room.
Did he kill Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen in his past life, and is paying them back in this life?
Why does he have to take care of one after the other?
The three security guards on duty in the surveillance room immediately sprang up from their chairs upon seeing Huo Mutian, "Mr. Huo, why are you here?"
"To check on something." Huo Mutian placed the international suitcase by the wall, pointed at the screen and said, "Bring up the surveillance from 8:00 PM to 10:40 PM tonight for the twelfth and third floors."
"Sure, Mr. Huo, please wait a moment."
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