On the left side of the main exhibition hall on the third floor, the VIP lounge, Wendy’s face has faded gentle and elegant, replaced by a face of insipid and sneer, the lounge room, only open a floor lamp, Mo Xiyao’s shadow lying on the ground, two security guards originally standing at the entrance of the exhibition hall on the second floor are binding Mo Xiyao, and then stuffed into a luggage box.

“Ratty, what about this girl?” Although the two security guards are Asian faces, the Chinese they speak is unusually blunt, and it is clear that these two are not Chinese nationals.微信代投票人工