Song Ke was even more unhappy with Qiao Mianmian.
The enemy of their enemy was their friend.
"I didn't sleep well, either." Qiao Anxin also looked tired.
She didn't sleep well.
Because she arrived later, the better rooms were all taken already.
The rest of the rooms were the worst.
Qiao Anxin's room was small and dark.
What made her even more devastated was that her room was the closest to the toilet.
Hence, she would smell the stench from the toilet and pig dung from time to time.
Not only that, but there were also many mosquitoes in her room.
She had never thought of buying mosquito repellent, nor did she have any mosquito netting on her bed. Last night, she could hear the buzzing in her ears, and she almost broke down.
The few of them walked into the living room listlessly. When they saw the dishes on the wooden table, they were stunned for a while. Then, they saw Qiao Mianmian, full of energy and flushed.
