Jiang Ruolan did not know how the reporters went, and she also did not know when Xian Zihao left. When she finally recovered from her miserable grief, she was the only person living in an elegant hotel suite sitting next by the bed like a fool.
She wanted to leave this place quickly. However, as she was about to pick up her bag and staggered to the side of the door, her sharp eyes glanced at the snow-white bed. She frowned at not being able to remember what happened yesterday.
Just as Jiang Ruolan was about to leave, she suddenly came across a tall figure about to enter the room. When she saw the bastard in front of her, her face became stony. She tried to curse him, but at that moment, Han Xuegang raised his hand aggressively and brutally slapped her face.
