With the tightly shut door slowly opening, the scene behind it emerged into He Ao's field of view.
The slightly dim light shone across the expansive hall, where small round tables extended in an orderly fashion from the entrance toward the innermost part of the hall.
There, a beautiful solid wood bar and a gilt enormous liquor cabinet were present, with thin light strips laid behind the cabinet, making each bottle of liquor crystal clear.
An elderly man in baggy pajamas was sitting behind the liquor cabinet at this moment, watching a lit screen.
And as the door opened, he slowly stood up.
Ruilin looked around with some confusion; obviously, the scene in this 'office' was different from the one she remembered.
He stepped into the hall, which was as quiet and ordinary as can be, as if even the intense gunfire outside had quieted down at this moment.