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.,"Come in," she said with a welcoming smile, gesturing for the man to enter. Her white cheongsam was slit high on both sides.,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.。