"Someone called 120 for help!" came the voice of security through the intercom.
"Let them come up, I'll be right there," the duty manager responded loudly, running toward the elevator.
Mu Tianye frowned and looked around, noticing something on the floor not far down the corridor. He quickly walked over, bent down to pick up the small handbag lying on one side of the hallway— It was Ning Xiaofei's handbag.
A few steps away on the carpet, there was also a delicately wrapped small gift box.
Mu Tianye gripped the handbag tightly, looking around, his heart immediately constricting.
"Mr. Mu!"
In the banquet hall, Zhou Tao came rushing over with a phone in his hand.
"A call from Xun Yang, he said the madam..."
Before he could finish, Mu Tianye had already snatched the phone and brought it to his ear.
"What's wrong with Xiaofei?"
"Mr. Xicheng just called, said she was feeling unwell and told me to call 120…"
"Where is she?"
"Chang'an Hotel, Room 607!"
