The doors of the restrooms were mostly ajar, with only one or two closed.
Li Mochan wasn't in a hurry to search and simply stood waiting by the sinks.
Before long, two doors opened almost simultaneously.
One of the men was tall and burly, his dazzling blonde hair fluffy and ostentatious.
Ignoring him, Li Mohan's gaze sank heavily onto the other person.
Under the orange light, the boy's short black hair was slightly messy, his skin fair, his ordinary features almost unnoticeable.
But it was those black, onyx-like eyes that made that inconspicuous face somehow appealing to look at.
Having been fooled once, how could Li Mochan be deceived a second time? A dark shade flashed through the depths of his eyes.
The boy walked beside him, leisurely washing his hands, and headed toward the door without turning his head.
Suddenly, a cold, large hand clasped his wrist.
"Young man," his pale eyes paused. Done for, was he recognized so quickly?
