A man in his fifties, a little bald, a bit old, but it doesn't matter that he's thin and white, I can borrow him for a while.,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.,As she stepped into the presidential suite from the dimly lit corridor, Bai Fien couldn't see a thing.。