The Mafia's Rose

Qing Lok was peacefully in his room, talking with Liu Meilien on the phone when he heard a commotion on the floor below.

"I'll call you back," he said, eyeing his bedroom door.

"Why? What's going on?" Liu Meiliens voice asked him with her gentle and sweet voice.

He plastered a smile on his face to ease the sudden wrinkle in between her eyebrows. "I think I heard something happening down below. I need to check it. My brother might be trying to set something on fire."

"Qing Chen?" Liu Meilien laughed. "I don't think he's that kind of a man."

Qing Lok silently cursed himself. He meant Wuming. "Well, we never know. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Okay," she said. "I think I'm going to catch up on some sleep."

"Yeah, you do that. You're starting to break out."

Liu Meilien glared at him but she knew that he was only joking. "I have flawless skin."

"Of course," he winked. "Message me when you wake up."