"I've ordered your favorite Western food, want to come down and eat?"
Melody Thorne looked at Jared Quinn, "Nina King just brought me some food, I've already eaten."
Hans Montrose paused for a moment, then lowered his voice, "Melody, has something happened?"
"No, it hasn't."
Hans Montrose's enchanting peach blossom eyes held a cold light, "Don't lie to me. Nina King has been with me since you returned to your room, she couldn't have gone to bring you food."
Melody "..."
She felt a headache and ran her hand through her hair, "I'm not feeling well."
"Melody, what's going on?" Hans Montrose stood up and headed towards Melody Thorne's hotel room, raising his hand to knock on the door, "Melody, open the door."
Melody "..."
Jared Quinn narrowed his cold eyes, a trace of impatience flashed between his brows, his large hand reached out to take her phone.
