Nighttime in New Delhi is not tranquil, but after a day of wandering, the children's tired bodies easily lull them into dreams, irrespective of the surrounding unrest.
In the luxurious room, Rahal lay quietly on the bed, already deep in slumber, while Wen Yu simply held a wine glass, standing by the window, observing the seemingly peaceful scene below which was fraught with hidden dangers.
This place is not the Noida Hotel, but rather a luxury hotel established by an ordinary underground force in India.
In other words, this place cannot prevent the prying eyes of certain individuals.
During the day while shopping with Rahal, Wen Yu did not intentionally hide his presence—everything that was meant to be seen was naturally seen.
Thus, the actions concealed in the night did not surprise Wen Yu.
Looking below at the so-called "secret operations," which were full of flaws in Wen Yu's eyes, Wen Yu gently raised a corner of his mouth.
