Feng Ling turned his head and looked at him while waiting for the red light. "What do you want to do to me?"
Qiao Fei smiled. "I attended a dinner party last night and didn't sleep all night. Send me to the hotel first, and I will tell you when I get there."
Feng Ling was wary. "I will not send you up to the room. I will only send you to the hotel."
"My room is on the first floor."
Would there be a room on the first floor of a hotel? And Feng Ling noticed the name of this hotel, which seemed to be a very famous and luxurious seven-star hotel in Los Angeles. The first, secondm and third floors of this kind of hotel were mostly large banquet halls. Why would there be rooms?
When they were about to arrive at the hotel, Qiao Fei turned to look outside the window, and his voice was tired and husky. "My parents arranged a blind date for me, but I don't like it. Tonight, there will be a dinner party in the hotel, so I want to borrow you for a night."
