Li Lingye strode out of the car, walked around it, and his gaze fell on the child in front of the car. He estimated the child to be about five or six years old. If not for the tears staining his face, he would look like a princess from a storybook, beautiful and delicate.,Bai Xianxian opened her backpack and took out a thin iron wire. Quietly, she picked the lock of the presidential suite, then vanished inside in a flash.,Bai Xianxian's little hand was about to reach the man's bed, but suddenly, she felt a hand tightly gripping her neck.。