Jiang Lan pressed her lips into a thin line and slipped away. She made her way to the restroom and found Pei Qingsheng at the sink, washing his hands. Pei Qingsheng glanced up at her, pulling a pair of paper towels from the dispenser. "Come on in," he said, drying his hands. "I'm finished." Jiang Lan managed a faint smile and nodded, stepping inside. "The floor's a little wet, be care—" Before he